Capitolo 53
Wives, children, times of of the ancestral ones,
Your fathers' graves! now it is all to stake_.
Then from our side it inflated on the mixed noise
Of Persian languages, and time didn't bear delay--
You send in drave of the ship I last his/her similar beak to brass
With speed of thought, a hit that smashes! and before
A Greek barking dipped right and sheared street
Bowsprit and stem of a Phoenician ship.
And then every helmet on the other bow
Come collapsing in. A few our brook of ships
Kept before, you cultivate inside the stream of narrowing
Our vases of cram were driven together,
And nobody could help another: each on each
Drave I last their similar beaks to brass, or it brakes away
The oar-banks of each other, spring to stern,
While the Greek helmets, without lack of the ability,
Hems them and it beat in their sides, and soon
The peels rolled on, and the sea was it hid,
You crowded with castaways and slaughter house of men.
Anybody from beach neither it reefs but it was with strewn of the dead bodies,
And every keel of our innkeeper of barbarian
Hasty to run away, in absolute confusion.
Thereon that the enemy has closed on the castaways
And it cut and it cut, with oars and it splintered aces,
How fishermen cut tunnies or a throw
Of dolphins taken with the net and the salty sea
Encircled with the cries and cries to die men,
Until the dark aspect of the night it hid the scene.
It had me a the time of ten days to add that account
Of slaughter, 'the twere too little! knows well this--
A ne'er of the day they saw such innumerable forms of death!
ATOSSA
The pain on us, the pain! the mighty sea of disaster
Hath bursts on the whole Persian kingdom and we!
MESSENGER
Is insured well, the history starts but--
The further agony that on us the skin
Doth wins twice the sufferings that I have said!
ATOSSA
No, that disaster could be worse of this?
Say on! what pain on the army came,
The staircase rippling to an anchor the further fall?
MESSENGER
The very floral one and crown of the run of Persia,