There are many runners,
One wins,
Who strives zealously
And whom the track favors.
Who chooses the path rightly,
Receives from the shaft the spinning of tires,

Whom luck favors
And whose goal is clear.
Such a one will run to the end,
Strength is with him.

Tear toward the finish,
So the skin cracks.
Though in truth the hero is not you,
But your faith.