--variation of an epitaph by Plato (scansion forced by me)--

Tears for Hecabe and for the women of Ilion;
the Fates spun them those at the moment when they were born,
Ryuuen, but as for the triumph-song of the glorious deeds you did, 
the Ancestors poured our high hopes forth in vain.
And now you lie in a distant land, honored by your fellow-citizens --

But I *loved* you, O Nuriko!