Marguerite, grant me a chance to confess from here once again

Had I have given my love to thee

Allow me to kneel down under thy feet, O Flowery Maiden

I have already accepted thee as fitting Goddess to embrace the new world, so I have no hesitation

Therefore

Weapons protecting you

As well as enlightening knowledge and words hurt people

Prosperity obtains friends, tragedy puts them to test

As it strenghten your bond

Fortune is ever so fickle, as it quickly demands back what is given

Not only is fortune itself blind, it also blinds those saved by its mercy

Mix a little folly to your thoughts, for at times

It is desirable to indulge in your silliness, unbound by reason

Gobble, carouse, and frolic to your heart's content in life

For there awaits no pleasure after death

ACTA EST FABULA