We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.
All the survivors of the war had reached their homes and so put the perils of battle and the sea behind them.
Fate is the same for the man who holds back, the same if he fights hard. We are all held in a single honor, the brave with the weaklings. A man dies still if he has done nothing, as the one who has done much.
By turns the nine delight to sing
I'm in a place where I don't know where I am!
Uncontrollable laughter arose among the blessed gods.