noctis vaga lumina testor et socium manes et te, mala protinus ales qua redeo, non hanc lacrimis meruisse nec astu crudelem veniam atque inhonorae munera lucis; sed mihi iussa deum placitoque ignara moveri Atropos atque olim non haec data ianua leti eripuere necem.
Nights wandering lights I call to witness and my comrades ghosts and the evil omen  coming straight on my return: not by tears or cunning did I win this cruel favour, the gift of inglorious life. But the gods command and Atropos who knows not how to move from her decree and destruction by this door long ago refused me,  snatched death away.
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