O gracious nature,
These are your gifts,
These are the delights
You give to mortals. To be free from pain
Is our pleasure.
You scatter sorrow with a free hand, grief
Spontaneously appears, and the happiness, that so often
Through a freak of nature and some miracle
Grows out of trouble, is a great reward. Humanity
Dear to the gods! Happy to find
Some breathing room
From sorrow: is blessed
When all sorrows are finally relieved by death.