As Leaves On The Trees,

And Endless Are The Modes Of Speech, And Far Extends From Side To Side The Field Of Words.

One Omen Is Best, To Fight In Defense Of One's Country.

Who Love Too Much, Hate In The Like Extreme.

Yea, And If Some God Shall Wreck Me In The Wine-dark Deep, Even So I Will Endure… For Already Have I Suffered Full Much, And Much Have I Toiled In Perils Of Waves And War. Let This Be Added To The Tale Of Those.

It's Disgraceful How These Humans Blame The Gods. They Say Their Tribulations Come From Us, When They Themselves, Through Their Own Foolishness, Bring Hardships Which Are Not Decreed By Fate.