Capitolo 67
Of Xerxes smashed and suppressed the effect of a change!
Him, him haths filled the maw of hell
With archers you face that nobly the skin,
The mighty armament of their country,
Ten thousand deathwards of the heroes sent!
Alas, for the whole brave ribbon,
King of Or and gentleman! thine Asian earth
Down, down on his/her knee is bent!
XERXES
Alas, a tearful sound,
A to whine of ruth! for me I/you/they are found
A curse to disembark and lineage,
With anybody my pain to assuage!
CHOIR
Alas, a death-song distressed
I send before, for house-next thy!
A cry, a funeral song for the pain and the fate,
As the mourners Asian songs,
A sorry and ill-omened history
Of hurt torn and cries and Oriental moan!
XERXES
Ay, throwing the to whine some pain of woeful,
The sour one, discordant melody,
For here, the power, we contained for sure,
Hath turned him to my defeat!
CHOIR
Yea, funeral song that I sing funeral they multiply
Desire I send before, for boldfaced of warriors,
For the sea-pain of our innkeeper!
The city cries, and I have to groan
With torn wounds of plashing the history of our pain,
Complaining for they loved him and lost!
XERXES
Alas, the god of war that ripples
The staircases of struggle in different way,
Give glory to Ionia!
Ionian sends, in fenced in order,
You/he/she has reaped their crop in the bay,
A picked-field of darkling of the Fate,
A sea, a beach, of decree and hate!
CHOIR
Cries, and learn the history of the pain!
Where comrade of thy am I/you/they? where the ribbon
Who was standing close to thee, of equal footstep,
A small a long time ago?
Where now the hath gone Pharandakes,
Where Psammis, and where Pelagon?
Where now brave Agdabatas is,
Is it also Susas, and Datamas?
Hath Susiscanes passed away,
The head of a tribe of Ecbatana?
XERXES
I left them lacerated castaways,,
Flungs from their Tyrian decorate, and it launched
On water-way of Salaminian,
To ripple tides to rocky coast!
CHOIR
Alack, and it is killed Pharnuchus,