From suffering that has been/ Decreed no man will ever find escape
There is a point beyond which even justice becomes unjust.
Not all things are to be discovered; many are better concealed.
Goodbye to the sun that shines for me no longer.
Sleep, ignorant of pain, sleep, ignorant of grief, may you come to us blowing softly, kindly, kindly come king.
Reverence does not die with mortals, nor does it perish whether they live or die.