sed quascumque tibi vestes, quoscumque smaragdos, quasve dedit flavo lumine chrysolithos, haec videam rapidas in vanum ferre procellas: quae tibi terra, velim, quae tibi fiat aqua.
But whatever gowns he has given you, whatever emeralds, whatever chrysolites of golden ray, may I see them swept into empty space by swift storm-winds: may you find them turned to earth and turned to water.
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