Goodbye to the sun that shines for me no longer.
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.
The oaths of a woman I inscribe on water.
Do not grieve yourself too much for those you hate, nor yet forget them utterly.
Success is the reward for toil.
Best of children, sisters arm-in-arm, we must bear what the gods give us to bear-- don't fire up your hearts with so much grief. No reason to blame the pass you've come to now.