Capitolo 64
The a lot of crown of uneasiness and decree,
Change for their pride that god-forgetful!
For because? they made raids Hellas, it had the heart
To offend the images of of the saints,
And gives the shrines and times to the flame!
Defaced and it threw from sight the skin of altars,
And the image of every god, from his/her pedestal
Push and flung down, in weak lies of confusion!
Therefore, for outrage scurvy, a decree as dark color
They suffers, and even more they will suffer--
They touches anybody lower in the swamp of decree,
But rounds off them increases, while forming beads on, the mud!
So depth will lie the bloody ones they coagulated mass
Of dead bodies from the lance of pierced through Dorian
On the field of Plataea! yea, poles of killed
To the third generation it will attest
From silent eloquence to those that you/they see--
_Let not a deadly praises him/it overmuch_.
For the pride rankly grows, and to the maturity it brings
The curse of the fate, and reaps, for picked, hurt torn!
Therefore when yes see, for to actions they like these,
Such austere change paid, memoirs then
Athens and Hellas. Doesn't make deadly wight,
Too slightly holding of his/her present weal
And impassioned for more, throws down and shedding
The mighty cup of his/her prosperity!
You don't doubt that end-proud and souls of haughty
Lours of Zeus in anger, demanding the account.
Therefore, with aware warning, school my child,
Although him a lesson is already given to from the of the,
Tender to brake the boast that the affronts tall Sky!
And you Or venerable Mother-queen,
Beloved of Xerxes, to the passage of building
And he/she takes such therefrom raiment as he is suitable
Child of Thy, and it goes to satisfy him/it: for his/her attire
In this extremity of the pain lease hangs
Around his/her body, woefullies unstitched,,
Torn fragments and mere of real bathrobes once!
You go to him, you speak soft and soothing words--
Thee and anybody other, desire he bears to feel,
How good I know. But I have to pass away