Fine weapons are loved by the worst men.
The best soldier travels along the path,
And he does not turn from it.
When at home, he honors the side of rest.
When at war, he honors the side of action.
Arms are instruments of ill-omen,
And when the best soldier has no choice but to use them,
He does so without relish,
And he does not glorify them.

War is never ideal,
And even victory should be mourned,
As with a funeral.