Let no one pay me honor with tears, nor celebrate my funeral rites with weeping.

Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.

Let no one pay me honor with tears, nor celebrate my funeral rites with weeping.

How can life be worth living, if devoid Of the calm trust reposed by friend in friend? What sweeter joy than in the kindred soul, Whose converse differs not from self-communion?

No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.

Here is he laid to whom for daring deed, nor friend nor foe could render worthy meed.

They hate whom they fear.