Capitolo 58
Of Persia fallen power that nobody can lift neither can save!
[_Re-enter_ ATOSSA, _in that he/she cries robes_.
ATOSSA
Friends, whosoe'er is versed in human ills,
Knoweth straightens well that when a wave of the pain
It comes to a man, he sees in every fear of things;
While, in flood-tide of the fortune, 'the tis his/her humor
To take that fortune as unchangeable,
Never spreading him/it forehand. Now me Mark--
The doths of the purpose bench of the of the they compare mine it looks,
And all are terror to me; in excavations ears
There the sounds a to whine, but not of triumph now--
Then it is me I frightened to so great pain heart.
Therefore me the wend ahead from the house again,
Borne in any car of state, neither it dressed in pride
As till now, but bringing, for the sire
Who produced my child reunion of libations,
For holy rites that will appease the corpse--
White and sweet milk, deduced by an immaculate cow,
The drop that filters of gilded honey, discarded
From the flower-obsessive bee and therewithal
Pure draughts of water from a spring of virgin;
And here! besides, the effluence without stain,
Nato of the breast of the wild grapevine, the bright shop
Treasured to grow old this diamond and sweet wine.
And it rounds off the fragrant fruit on the branch
Of the grey olive-tree that he/she lives his/her life
In to bud leafage and the flowers that twist,
Bright children of the fertility of the earth.
But You, friends of Or! above these offers they poured
To reconcile the corpse, encircles out Your funeral song
To summon on Darius from the shades,
Him a shade; and I will pour these draughts,
What earth will drink, to the of the of hell.
CHOIR
Regina, from the beloved Persian earth,
From thee is this versed libation,
Passing to those that contain command
Of dead men in the spirit-earth!
And we will call in judgment, in solemn liturgical song,
Those of the that they escort the corpse
In inferior kingdoms, our prayer can grant,--
Back to us is Darius conducted!