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Your insane rage has only nailed a vain simulacrum to these mountains.

Your blows will have dealt only on a little clay.

Free in the bonds of this fragile flesh, the soul of Prometheus escapes your fury.

So here it is my fault, execrable and sublime.

Compatir, what an infamy!

Devote oneself, what a crime!

I would have, unpunished, defying your rigors,

Open the oppressed my liberating arms?

Foolish! To be moved when pity breaks out!

I wanted to do away with the evil gods.

I stole your fire from you, from conquest to conquest I tore your revered scepter from your hands.

So here it is my fault, execrable and sublime.

Compatir, what an infamy!

Devote oneself, what a crime!

I would have, unpunished, defying your rigors,

Open the oppressed my liberating arms?

Foolish! To be moved when pity breaks out!

I wanted to do away with the evil gods.

Deceived desires! Faded dream!