"Dream. . .black (night?) [
. . .you come whenever sleep. . .[
sweet god, truly (from) sorrow powerfully. . .[
to keep separate the (power). . .[
but I have hope that I shall not share. . .
nothing. . . of the blessed (gods). . .[
for I would not be so. . . [
trinkets. . .[
and may I have. . . [
them (all). . . [ "