All I ask the gods to grant me is that I ask them for nothing. Good luck is a yoke and to be happy oppresses, for it's an emotional state. I want to raise my not easy nor uneasy, purely calm being above the plane where men rejoice or grieve.

Of the gods I ask only to be ignored.without good or bad luck,
I'll be free,
    Like the wind that's the life
    Of the air, which is nothing.
Harred and love both seek us out;
both oppress us, each in its own way.
    Those to whom the gods
    Grant nothing are free.