I warn the marauder dragging plunder, chaotic, rich beyond all rights: he'll strike his sails, harried at long last, stunned when the squalls of torment break his spars to bits.

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.

For a murderous blow let murderous blow atone.

Time in his aging overtakes all things alike.

The reward of suffering is experience

Wisdom comes alone through suffering.

The saying goes that the gods leave a town once it is captured.