Letter 6030: The magnitude of my grief cannot be contained in a letter.
Ennodius to Faustus.
The magnitude of my grief cannot be contained in a letter. What words could measure what the heart cannot hold? I write not to explain but to reach across the distance between us, because even in sorrow the presence of a friend — however mediated — brings some measure of comfort.
Pray for me. The need is real. Farewell.
Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.
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