Capitolo 23
A mighty beast that kills and it kills,
And it correctly damages with blood the family,
An invincible God-expeditious plague,
A minister of the fate and hell.
Also so to the city of Ilion it came from furtiveness
A spirit as of seas without wind and skies,
A kind ghost-form of the joy and wealth,
With the soft arrows of love that go to all speed' from his/her eyes--
The rose of love whose doths of the thorn perforate the soul in thin wise man.
Ah, well-a-day! the bitter wedding-bed,
When the disposition of gives equitable from the side in Paris!
What a curse on building and on sped of the people
With her, the Fury sent on the pride of Priam,
Of irritated Zeus! that of which torn a lot of a bride widower!
Long, a long time ago to mortals this was said,
How sweet safety and is happy
Has curses for their children--so men hold--
And for the man of the all-too prosperous fate
Springs from a bitter seed of the insatiate of pain.
I hold away from only, alone otherwise;
Not beatitude neither wealth that is, but cruel action,
From that that later-growth of I increase of sick doth!
Pain jumps from badly, the plant is as the seed--
While Right, in the house of honour the doth his/her his/her own race of similarity.
Some past impiety, of the old grey crime,
Races the young curse in which it plays our sick,
Soon or late, when haps th' it named time--
And out of light the power of the obscurity still brings,
A master-demon, an enemy, seen not, invincible;
An accursed pride, that broods on the run
It is house in which dark Ate takings its hesitation--
The child of sin and Pain that bring the face of his/her parents;
While Right in smoky shines of mangers in clear way as day,
It is bridges with weal his/her life that walks the straight way.
From salt gilded, that hands polluted increase,
Turns of right street with dissuaded eyes and proud,
And of the wealth, men stamp badly with encomium,
Careless, to poorer times, more saints it hastens,
And to the destination of Fate all drive, in his named wise.