Since thou didst fall through the crack in the yawning earth, dark desolation covers the plain of Enna. Silent is the Spring. Without thy presence, birds fall in flight. Grasses wither and the white grain cannot grow. Bitter are the wells and the streams, and flowers no longer bloom.
Ships plough their way through poisoned fishes.
Cows and bulls and sheep starve along with humankind. No creature will live without thee. None may live without a soul. I abandon my crown. I will return to the desolate plains.