Hungry Wailing Standeth Not Aloof.

Ask The Gods Nothing Excessive.

The Power That Holds The Sky's Majesty Wins Our Worship.

If You Will Take Me As Your Teacher, You Will Not Kick Against The Pricks.

I Pray The Gods Will Give Me Some Relief And End This Weary Job. One Long Full Year I've Been Lying Here, On This Rooftop, The Palace Of The Sons Of Atreus, Resting On My Arms, Just Like A Dog. I've Come To Know The Night Sky, Every Star, The Powers We See Glittering In The Sky, Bringing Winter And Summer To Us All, As The Constellations Rise And Sink.

It Is Through Suffering That Learning Comes.