In verdant forests and flowered fields
Under the vast celestial sky,
In contentment and sleeps sweet appeals,
There the blessed dead lie.
In the world above, the realm of the living,
Great deeds won great fame and wealth.
In endless toil were these men their efforts giving,
Searching for happiness and good health.
In the springs of fame they sought to quench their thirst.
Instead they drowned in their ambition and desire.
The more they drank, the more they drowned, yet never sated.
Now content in Elysium, peace and serenity come first.
The men of Elysium have learned to quench their fire.
In the Elysian Fields lie the blessed, happy dead.