Courage is sweet on the lips of a man,
But is great and terrible in fatal trial.
De nagy s rettenetes halálos probában.
Cursing, the emperor releases his soul,
Which his body held so proudly in life.
"Bloodsucking selendek, despoiler of the world,
The hour of your greed has come."
Where are you now, world-destroying nations?
Where are you, earth-devouring terrible hordes?
O Fortune! I fling no reproaches at thee,
For thou hast been gentle and gen'rous to me.
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