The fates have given mankind a patient soul.

It's about time trees were good for something, instead of just standing there like jerks!

Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.

Look now how mortals are blaming the gods, for they say that evils come from us, but in fact they themselves have woes beyond their share because of their own follies.

Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.

Still, we will let all this be a thing of the past, though it hurts us, and beat down by constraint the anger that rises inside us. Now I am making an end of my anger. It does not become me, unrelentingly to rage on

The roaring seas and many a dark range of mountains lie between us.