Who then is free? The one who wisely is lord of themselves, who neither poverty, death or captivity terrify, who is strong to resist his appetites and shun honors, and is complete in themselves smooth and round like a globe

The Sun, the stars and the seasons as they pass, some can gaze upon these with no strain of fear.

Forgetful of thy tomb thou buildest houses.

The wolf attacks with his fang, the bull with his horn.

I prayed only for a small piece of land, a garden, an ever-flowing spring, and bit of woods.

Take away the danger and remove the restraint, and wayward nature runs free.

Undeservedly you will atone for the sins of your fathers.