Now we are old and weak

We will never see the grace of the past again

The past is like smoke

The years are like frost and the fate is many. Jian

It often makes heroes feel cold and short of breath

But their pride remains undiminished

I will work tirelessly

Quest

Fighting forever

We are not now that strength which in the old days

Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are,

One equal -temper of heroic hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.