I don't sing of night, since in my song the sun I sing of will end in night. I'm aware of all I forget. I sing to forget it. Could I only stop, even if in a dream, the course of Apollo and know myself, even if mad, as the twin of an imperishable hour !

Each man fulfils the destiny he must fulfil
and desires the destiny he desires;
He neither fulfils what he desires
nor desires what he fulfils.
Like stones that border flower beds
we are arranged by Fate, and there remain,
our lot having placed us
where we had to be pleased.
Let's have no better knowledge of what
was our due than that it was our due.
Let's fulfil what we are.
Nothing more are we given.