Classic Poem

My skeleton, partly uncovered, has already been disturbed, my gravestone has fallen over, and one can see the worms under my coffin. To what end are the dead covered with earth, O man? You have cut through a new road, close to my peaceful tomb.
In the name of Earth, of Hades, Hermes, and of Night, choose another path!
Favourable winds to the seafarer, but if a gale should force him, like me, to seek the harbours of Hades, he must not blame the unfriendly gulf of the sea, but his own recklessness in casting off his moorings from our tomb.