Capitolo 22
When from the excellent-spun veil of the bride-bed
You to the expansion of Zephyr his/her sail.
Strongly it blew the breeze--the surge closed o'er
The cracked footstep of keel and oar,
But while she ran away, there the long flock,
You fast in his/her funeral vigil, a mighty crowd--
Athirst for blood, athirst for war,
Directed in search of their skin jumped,
Then leapt on the bank of Simois to shore,
The leafy coppices among--
Any ranger, them, of wood and field,
But huntsman of the sword and shield.
The jealousy of sky that works his/her wish,
Sped so on his/her Troy destined sick,
Well he/she called, immediately, his/her Bride and Bad luck;
It is noise it encircled out I strive him/it of wedding;
But them to whom that befels of the song
You turns soon again to torn wounds;
Zeus remains, but he/she still avenges
Her husband's evil, the stain of the family!
Him, the gentleman of the hearth bears not to see
His/her outraged hospitality.
Also now, and in far other tone,
Troy sings psalms his/her funeral song of mighty complaint,
_Woe on Paris, the pain and hate!
Who courted the decree of his/her country for mate_--
This is the burthen of the moan,
Wherewith that she groans desolate
The blood, so many of her really
You/he/she has poured in vain, to defend his/her fate;
Troy! you hasts fed and they freed to err
A lion-pup inside house of thy!
A creature of baby, recently the ta'en
From the nipple of mother, still fully the fain
Of care of nursing; and ofts caressed,
Inside the arm, on the breast,
Also as an infant, you/he/she has lain;
Or fallow deer and licks, from pressed hunger,
The hand that will assuage his/her pain;
In the young dawn of life, a beloved guest,
A caressing for the play of his/her/their children,
A joy to the old and grey one.
But waxing time and the growth betrays
The blood-thirst of the lion-run,
And, for the house he/she takes care of you/he/she is raising,
Unbidden all, have a good time there,
And bloody remuneration refunds--
Meat of lease of point, its talons set: