Many Men Who Transgress Justice, Honor Appearance

The Moving Light, Rejoicing In Its Strength, Sped From The Pyre Of Pine, And Urged Its Way, In Golden Glory, Like Some Strange New Sun.

Chorus: Zeus, Who Guided Men To Think Who Laid It Down That Wisdom Comes Alone Through Suffering. Still There Drips In Sleep Against The Heart Grief Of Memory; Against Our Pleasure We Are Temperate.

Know Yourself And Fit Yourself To New Fashions. For There Is A New Ruler Among The Gods.

Words Are Healers Of The Sick Tempered.

Destiny Waits Alike For The Free Man As Well As For Him Enslaved By Another's Might.