$ echo "Striving Among Gods"

"αἰὲν ἀριστεύειν καὶ ὑπείροχον ἔμμεναι ἄλλων, μηδὲ γένος πατέρων αἰσχυνέμεν, οἳ μέγ᾽ ἄριστοι"

- Homer, Iliad, Book 6, line 208-209

Oh Muses of arts and sorrow,

I beg Thee for a joyful tomorrow.

Melpomene, the one that is melodious,

Do not bestow upon me anything odious.

Clio and Her scrolls know the past I've felt.

From the mountains of Thespiai,

She knows where I've dwelt.

I envy Narcissus, sated in the way He exists.

And I envy Thee, oh Muses, for Thy knowledge,

So vast as the mists.

Oh Muses, end my contemplation,

And cease this wrathful damnation,

For the Gods have given me a trail

Shrouded by an endless veil.

Let me enjoy a sense of liberation,

As though Apollo has granted me my salvation.

If death, the sweet martyr of beauty and life,

Relishes my existential strife,

By having me seek value in Athena's owl,

Whose knowledge lifts it to the heights,

Then let this suffering be terminated,

For the jewels of fate I have dated.

Thus, help me, oh useless Muses,

To follow what the imperfect self chooses.