Capitolo 44
For the king it is a gentleman and a god:
he was born some gilded seed
That ersts on the skin of Danae--
his/her captains are strong to the need!
And dark is you flash him/it of its eyes,
how eyes of a snake blood-fed,
And with manifold troops in his/her train
and with manifold it sends hath him the sped--
Yea, sped with his/her Syrian cars:
he conducts on the gentlemen of the arc
To meet himself/herself/themselves with the men of the west,
the armed force of the enemy!
You can some makes head and withstands him/it to,
when he comes with the roll of a wave?
Any barrier neither phalanx of strength,
anybody principal both him never so brave!
For stern the assault of Persia is,
and he/she courts his/her children in struggle.
But the astuteness of the god is deceptive,
and what will it elude him from flight?
And that it is the gentleman of the jump,
can that jump and you/he/she can get off and you/he/she can escape?
For he/she Ate it deceives and it allures,
up to you round off him/it the sweaters they are staid,
And any man that its decree can escape!
it was document in the rule of tall Sky,
What in vagabond of the steeds and in accident of the position
the to war-whine of Persia is given:
They has learned to see the forbidden one,
the sacred enclosure of sea,
Where waters are wide and in the stress
of the wind the hoary roll of billows to protection!
And their trust is in cable and cordage,
too much weak in the power of the gust,
It is bottle-holder it is the connections of the bridge
from what to their Hellas they passed.
Therefore my obscurity-wound heart
you/he/she is lacerated with pain
For what is able of hap to-tomorrow!
Alack, for the whole Persian armament--
Alack, so that there is expeditious not
Fears news of the devastation the earth of Susa,
Bereft, abandoned, effeminate--
So that not the echo of fortitude of grey Kissian back
The moan, _Alack, Alack_!
The sound of the cry of women that groans and he/she cries,