Capitolo 56
My history is truth, still many non said rests
Of ills that hath of Sky has launched on our earth.
CHOIR
Spirit of the Fate, too much bad is feet of thy,
Those sick to join! that jumped on the kingdom of Persia.
ATOSSA
The pain for the innkeeper, to wrack and downfall launched!
Or what warns some night, I dream prophetic!
You didsts clearly prefigure the whole decree,
While ye, the old men done light of the fears of woman!
Ah well--anchor, as it dominated Your divination
The meaning of the signal, I hold him/it good,
Before, that I put on prayer to the of the,
And, later this, ahead in my building you bring
The sacrificial cake, the offer owed
To Earth and the spirits of the corpse.
Too well I know that it is a rite without time
On a thing ended that cannot change!
But still--I don't know--there you/he/she can come of him
Alleviation for the after duration.
You are suitable him to, in perspective of what hath happed,
T' puts to the current one with faithful hearts our faithful watches:
And to my child--if, first my arrival before,
He should draw hitherward--gives reunion of comfort,
Perceives him/it to the building in every state,
So that not to these pains he adds another pain!
[_Exit_ ATOSSA.
CHOIR
Zeus, gentleman and king! to death and nothing
Our innumerable innkeeper from thee is brought.
I lavish in the obscurity of death, to-day,
Susa and Ecbatana lies:
How much a houseservant in stands of pain
Its tire be torn with hands of tender!
As torn unloading, in common the pain
Be woeful that cries for I killed him!
Or delicate in portion and the pain,
Ye Persian women! past relief
Now is Your pain! to the war
The Your a beloved anybody they went and they come more!
Gone to you it is Your joy and the pride--
Truncated the bridegroom by his/her/their bride--
The couch gotten married luxurious
Now widow and the whole house you/he/she is made
Pino never with sighs of insatiate,
And we am standing here and we offer rises,