Happier those who all this shun!
And Orpheus, sweet troubadour,
Who piped his flute among the dead,
Risked mortal peril on its spoor
From Cerberus of the triple head;
And beautiful Narcissus fled,
Because of love too lightly won,
To seek his peace in a watery bed.
Happier those who all this shun!
Sardana, once a valiant knight,