—O light that fills all space! O sun that makes the day, like a judge considering everything!
See me pinioned thus, and these nails that are buried up to the head in my hands.
It is morning still and I shall remain till noon,
And till evening and till I am dead.
But this is as it should be and I shall not complain.
I shall die erect
As is most fitting for one of a kingly race.
O hands, I had dreamed that some day I should bring you both to my husband
That he might bind you with the bonds of wedlock,
But these nails are more suitable.