Capitolo 57
For those that ahead in ardour it went
And doesn't return, the strong complaint!
Earth of the east, you mournest for the innkeeper,
Bereft of all the children of thy, alas the day!
For theirs who Xerxes conducted hath that Xerxes has lost--
Xerxes that ruined the fleet and flung our hopes street!
As it came him/it that Darius once checked,
And without scathe, the army of the arc,
Done love by the people of Susa, wise and daring?
Now is the lost earth-strength, the shipmen sunk under!
Ah for the ships that have annoyed them, pain is me!
Annoy them to death and decree! the great bows
Of fierce rowers of Ionian the sea swept,
Be dead was in their funeral vigil and criminal shipwreck!
Late, late and as soon as--if true histories that they says--
It made Xerxes it runs away along the winter way
It is snows of Thrace--but ah, the first one that who has demolished
Lie from the stones or is floating on the bay of Cychrea!
Cry, each and everybody! spreads turned to the sky the Your to whine,
Stings to the soul, the aching ones, desolate!
Your anguish groans, out you cultivate him/it holes the sky,
In cries of the deep desperation, ill-omened, desperate!
The corpses are going adrift, yea, is bite on
From children without voice of the sea without stain,
Or beat from the surge! we cry and we groan
For husbands gone to death, for the agony without children!
Alas the elderly men that cry to-day
The ruinous pains that the of the order!
O'er the Asian and wide earth, the Persian hesitation
Now not to force tribute, and you don't can rule sustains.
Yea, men will crawl anybody more to fallen the power
And overthrown of sovereign power! the whole o'er of the earth,
Men speak the thing that they wants, and from this time
The people that Xerxes dominated respects his/her word anybody more.
The joke of strength is broken from the neck--
The island of Ajax and th' surrounding wave
You exhale with a bloody crop of death and shipwreck