Winter and summer the watchman sat on the roof
of the palace of Atreidas and looked out. Now he tells
the joyful news. He saw a fire flare in the distance.
And he is glad, and his labor is over as well.
It is hard work night and day,
in heat or cold, to look far off
to Arachnon for a fire. Now the desired
omen has appeared. When happiness
arrives it brings a lesser joy
than expected. Clearly,
we’ve gained this much: we are saved from hopes
and expectations. Many things will happen
to Atreidas. One doesn’t have to be wise
to surmise this. So, no exaggeration.
The light is good, and those that will come are good.
Their words and deeds are also good.
And we hope all will go well. But
Argos can manage without Atreidas.
Houses are not eternal.
Many, of course, will have much to say.
We’ll listen. But we won’t be deceived
by the Indispensable, the Only, the Great.
Some other indispensable, only, and great
is always instantly found.