Aye, what a curse to have ever been born,
to be thrust into exile in this cold, foreign land!
What crime did I commit to deserve such a fate?
What obscure, unjust law did I unknowingly violate?
I do not recall any semblance of a trial,
no reading of the charges, no defense of any kind
And yet here I am in this prison of men,
hoping each moment for the nightmare to end
I formally request an early release
Is there a lawyer who’s qualified to handle the case?
…to draw up a petition and submit it to Zeus,
protesting my innocence – would it be of any use?
What I ask is quite simple, I believe it quite sane:
To return to the nothingness from which I came
Leave me in silence, leave me in peace,
blissfully having merged with the emptiness of space.