Look, new agonies now, I see them come from the blind stranger now, such heavy doom for his son unless, perhaps, it is actually destiny at work.
It was hard I know, my children, but one word alone repays you for the labor of your lives—love, my children. You had love from me as from no other man alive, and now you must live without me all your days to come.
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 great. No reason to blame the pass you’ve come to now.