Time, which sees all things, has found you out.
Foolishness is indeed the sister of wickedness.
What is to be taught I learn; what is to be discovered I seek; what is to be prayed for I sought from the gods.
Sleep, ignorant of pain, sleep, ignorant of grief, may you come to us blowing softly, kindly, kindly come king.
Whoever lives among many evils just as I, how can dying not be a source of gain?
You would rouse to anger a heart of stone.