Capitolo 60
And me, seeing how my consort was standing
Close to my grave, you/he/she had stirred with reverential fear and takings
The gift of his/her libation attractively.
But ye is crying from my sepulchre,
And, screeching before a sad calling to whine,,
Mournfully summon me, _Arise, arise_.
Any light thing is it to return from death,,
For, in the good sooth, the of the of the inferior obscurity
Be rapid to grab but late and contrary to free!
He/she anchors among their self I indulge as one in the power--
And here, I come! you now speak, and goes to all speed' Your words,
For not I to be blamed for remaining overlong!
What disaster new brooding o'er the kingdom of Persia?
CHOIR
With reverential fear on thee I look fixed,
And, does erect to face,
I tremble as I anciently did!
GHOST OF DARIUS
No, but as me I again of rose to earth, obedient to Your call,
Prithee, don't remain in lecture! both one puts in words enough for everybody--
Speak and look fixed on me unshrinking, neither leave that my face bewilders!
CHOIR
I tremble to reveal,
You still tremble to conceal
Things I last for friends to feel!
GHOST OF DARIUS
No, but if the terror of old-time on Your spirit holds its taking,
You Or real lady that didsts abandon him with me of old man speak!
Thy is crying and complaining and to me you reveal the truth--
Speak! for man you/he/she was born for being distressed; yea, the sooth of sayeth of proverb!
'Tis the decree of deadly beings, if theirs live to see the maturity,
To suffer from lie, from earth and sea, through war and the anger of storm.
ATOSSA
Or you of who happy fate on the earth all the deadly weals excelled--
Who, while the light of the sun touched thine it looks, the gentleman of every wert
kept!
A god to Persian men you wert, in beatitude and the pride and the fame--
I also hold thee blest in death of thy, or e'er that the downfall has come!
Alas, Darius! a brief word has to tell thee the whole history--
Persian power is in the dust, gone down to blood and lie!