Capitolo 47
My child was launched, and here! Darius was standing
In o'er of his/her lamentation fallen child.
Him Xerxes saw, and he/she rented his/her bathrobe in pain.
Such time was my vision of the past night;
But when, rising, I had bathed the hand
In the brook of equitable lustral, I drew verse
The altar, in the action of sacrifice,
Having in mind to offer, as their quota,
The sacred meal-cake to the powers that you/they dissuade,
God of the rite that the banisheth dreams sick.
When here! I saw an eagle fleeing fast
To the shrine of Phoebus--the friends of Or, I was my footsteps,
Too frightened to speak! for, closes on his/her flight,
A small hawk threw in winged search,
Tearing with claws the head of the eagle, while him
To only crouch himself/herself/themselves and to crouch and produrrsi.
Frightened it was me from that sight, and it rounds off to you
Anybody less a terror owes him/it both to feel!
For mark this good--if Xerxes has prevailed,
He will return the wonders some world:
If any can call not still it to explain,--
Then him but alive, him the liveth the King of Persia!
CHOIR
Regina, is not standing with my purpose to support these fears of thine,
Neither to talk to furnishing of glasses I comfort! no, behave himself/herself/themselves thee to the shrine!
If I dream of thy it guessed disaster, you call in judgment to block his/her way,
And, for thyself, child, is, and friends, to bring the equitable fate
to-day.
Following, to Earth and the Corpse is versed due libation,
And from left thee the soul of Darius is anxiously implored--
_I saw thee, gentleman, in the dream of last night a ghost from the grave,
I beg thee, earth gentleman under of comes ahead to help and to save!
To me and push of the wave of child of thy on the beatitude of triumph now,
And holds the dark fates of sick, darken in the dark below_!
Man is words of thy! my inside heart that the good doths of the news guess,
And that fair destines it will jump thereof, if wisdom drives well us.
ATOSSA