In visions of the night, like dropping rain,
Descend the many memories of pain

For it would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one's life.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

Wisdom comes through suffering.
Trouble, with its memories of pain,
Drips in our hearts as we try to sleep,
So men against their will
Learn to practice moderation.
Favours come to us from gods.

Who apart from the gods is without pain for his whole lifetime's length?

For pain must enter into its glorified life of memory before it can turn into compassion.