A remnant will remain that was lucky
To taste victory.
And the one that undergoes the crucible of defeat,
Having hidden the need to recover the losses.

Better for the one who dies first,
Does not wail for his own and does not choke the others,
He is the slyest — he rests,
Among the living he does not multiply sin.

The good is relative, it is in the breast,
There where the soul lives
In the pious people,
Or there where it has gone.