De rares naufragés flottent sur le vaste abîme.
L'enfant à qui ses parents n'ont pas souri n'est digne ni de la table d'un dieu, ni du lit d'une déesse.
D'après un seul, connais-les tous.
La blessure vit au fond du cœur.
Chantons des sujets un peu plus relevés.
Trop heureux les hommes des champs, s'ils connaissaient leurs biens !
Déploie ton jeune courage, enfant ; c'est ainsi qu'on s'élève jusqu'aux astres.
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