Just as the gods banish the arrogant, so too shall your fortunes turn to shadow and struggle. May you find no peace in sleep, nor light upon your path. Let all your works become ash, and every joy, smoke. Be surrounded by sorrow, like wheat choked by weeds. Until the end of your life, may your fate be hostile.
Just as the gods banish the arrogant,
so too shall your fortunes turn to shadow and struggle.
May you find no peace in sleep, nor light upon your path.
Let all your works become ash, and every joy, smoke.
Be surrounded by sorrow, like wheat choked by weeds.
Until the end of your life, may your fate be hostile.