Capitolo 45
With lacerated excellent-spun raiment!
The charioteers went on neither they come again,
And all the men that march
Also as a swarm of bees you/he/she has flown far,
Drawn by the king to wage war--
Crossing the sea-bridge, connected by side to side,
That doths that the waves divide:
And the couch of soft wedding of past years
You/he/she is now bedewed with torn wounds,
Every princess, dressed in garments delicate,
Moans for his/her fate widower--
_Alas my brave bridegroom, lost and gone,
And I am left alone_!
But now, jailers of ye of the state,
Here, in this room of the old renown,
Behoves that we deliberate
In suggestion deep and wise debate,
For need has certainly shown!
As the fareth him, the child of Darius,
The Persian king, from Perseus it drew?
It comes to triumph to the oriental arc,
Or hath that the now lance-stings you/he/she has conquered?
[_Enter_ ATOSSA.
Sees, that comes to the mother-queen,
Light of our eyes, in divine brightness,
The real mother of the king!--
Fall us in front of her! well both
What, everything as one, we call in judgment to her,
And rounds off his/her footsteps they grab on!
Regina, among Persian and deep-surrounded dames you real taller and more anymore,
Hoary mother, you, of Xerxes and the wife of Darius of old man!
To divine sire and divine child, we arch there and we am faithful--
Unless, on us, an adverse tide of destiny is rolled!
ATOSSA
Therefore I come ahead to you, from decorated rooms and gilded,
Where a long time ago Darius was placed the head, with me close to,
And my heart has lacerated with anguish, and with terror it is me the holden,
And I beg to Your friendship and me I offer Him to my side.
Darius, of old duration, from help of some Immortal,
Elevated on the grandiose cloth, our wealth of long-ago:
But I tremble so that he/she doesn't stagger down, and portico of downfall and portal,
And the whirling dust of I increase of fall above of his/her overthrow!