everybody loves himself more than his neighbor. - Euripides

Terrible things breed in broken hearts. And I see in my mistress' eyes a fury that wont be calmed.

Haydi yüreğim, silahlan! Kaçınılmaz cinayeti
işlemekte neden kararsız duruyorsun böyle?
Haydi zavallı elim, kılıcı kavrayıp
aşıver hayatının bu acı dönüm noktasını.

Notes of joy blend with the tearful dirge
When Apollo's voice rings forth,
when with his golden plectrum
He rouses rich music from his lute.
I too will chant the praise
Of one who has entered the night of the world below