Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it's born with us the day that we are born.
Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it's born with us the day that we are born.
No living man can send me to the shades Before my time no man of woman born, Coward or brave, can shun his destiny.
Toil is the lot of all, and bitter woe The fate of many.
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