These passions of soul, these conflicts so fierce, will cease, and be repressed by the casting of a little dust.
Curst greed of gold, what crimes thy tyrant power has caused.
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.
Endure, and keep yourselves for days of happiness.
O you who have borne even heavier things, to these too, God will grant an end!
She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.