Such is the love of praise, so great the anxiety for victory.
It is well to be informed about the winds, About the variations in the sky, The native traits and habits of the place, What each locale permits, and what denies.
Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched
Is it then so sad a thing to die?
Fate will find a way.
Love begets love, love knows no rules, this is same for all.