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."
Courage is sweet on the lips of a man,
But is great and terrible in fatal trial.
Where are you now, world-destroying nations?
Where are you, earth-devouring terrible hordes?
In the fields of observation chance favors only the prepared mind.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
O Fortune, cruellest of heavenly powers,
Why make such game of this poor life of ours?
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