Capitolo 28
The eye of a woman that as flame was soft,
A flower that he/she ate the heart of a man with pity.
But she diverted apart and beaten to his/her kiss a bitter end,
And an anger was on its harbouring, an anger on its friending,
When to Priam and his/her children she quickly abandoned o'er the depth,
With the god to whom she sinned for his/her observer on the wind,
A death-bride that brides crave he/she will cry.
(It says _Men that the Good luck wakes up again the envy of God; not this way; Good luck
you/he/she can be innocent, and there is not then vengeance_.)
A word grey liveth, from the morning
Of the old time among spoken mortals,
The Wealth of that full waxen man will fall
Not without children, but it finds withal of his/her/their children;
And of great beatitude was ever born
An unstanched of the torn wound and a heart broken.
But I hold alone my thought and from others the unbeguiled;
'Tis the action that is cruel will have problem, child on child,
You sin on sin as his/her parents; and they will be as they was.
But the man that the right walketh and the thereof of house, tho' the Fate
Exalt him, his/her children will be equitable.
_(It Sins, it is the pride and Pitilessness that produce children
as them up to the Justice you/he/she has carried out on them.)_
But the Old loves of Sin, when it comes again to the time,
To produce New,
What strong laugheth among the torn wounds of men;
Yea and Unruth, his/her comrade the wherewith anybody
To beg neither to strive himself/herself/themselves, what dareth on and on,
Fear that he/she knows neither some holy thing;
Two fires of the obscurity in a house, been born true,
Their ancient spring likes.
But shineth of Justice in a house low-beaten
With smoke-stained wall,
It is honoureth him who the filleth his/her his/her own destiny;
But the dirty hand on the gilded step
With eyes I oppose her the flieth, looking for where
Things innocent it is; and, recking not the power
Of misgloried wealth of the man, guideth everybody
To her his/her own destined time.