Capitolo 74
From the taking of the strength of the Argives!
to the bastions of their Cadmus they crowd,
And, it tightened in the teeth of the steeds,
the horror of jail of pieces to tall voice!
And seven head of a tribe tall of war,
with lance and with boldfaced of pomp,
Has put, from the law of the destiny,
take of assault the seven gates of our taking!
Is nearby and I/you/he/she help us, Or Pallas,
the young girl Zeus-been born of forces!
Mr. of Or of the steed and the sea,
both trident of thy lifted to hit
In anxious desire of the scuffle, Poseidon!
and Ares comes down,
In father's presence revealed,
free the city of Harmonia!
Thine also, Aphrodite, we am!
you mother of art and queen of our run,
To thee we shout in our need,
from thee children of thy left has the grace!
Ye also, to frighten again the enemy,
both the Your to whine as the howl of a wild wolf,
You Or the wolf-gentleman and you,
of she-wolf Leto his/her child!
The pain and alack for the sound,
for the harness bell rattle of cars to the wall,
And the creaking of the aces of grinding!
Or Hera, to thee our call is!
Artemis, young girl adored!
the air is disturbed with the lances,
And where destiny of doth drives us,
and where is the destination of our fears?
The gust of the terrible stones
on the crest of our wall you/he/she has not been,
To the gates the similar clash to brass is
of the small round shields--Apollo to help!
You also, his/her daughter of Or of Zeus,
who the guidest the scuffle that oscillates
To the holy decision of the fate,
Athena! both with us to-day!
Comes down to the gates of sevenfold
and harries away the foemen!
Of the of Or and his/her sisters of Or of of the,
our rampart and watch! we implore
Those yes don't give our war-used taking
to a riotous crowd of alien discourse!
You list to the call of the young girl,
the hands contained above for the right,
Us is near, I/you/he/she protect us, and show