Capitolo 34
Well-a-day of Ah! the cup of the agony,
Whereof that I sing psalms, foams with a draught for me.
Mr. of Ah, leader of ah you hasts conducted here me--
Was't but to die with thee whose decree is nearby?
CHOIR
Disturbed you the art, divinely mixed,
It is wailest for thyself a tuneless disposition,
As compassionate as the incessant one the history
Wherewith the melodious and brown bird
Doth never Itys! Itys! moan,
Deep-bowered in pain, all of his/her day of small life-time!
CASSANDRA
Ahs for thy destine, Or nightingale acute-that has voice!
Some comfort for the pains of thy it made Sky allows him,
Thee done separately dress with brown and soft pens and the life by moan?
But for my death the double-prickly sword is sharp!
CHOIR
What torments are these, that unfruitful pain,
Expeditious on thee from on tall?
You I strive him/it frantic of terror of chantest,
Still in measured and acute melody.
As so infallible canst you the sweep along
The run of the prophet to make to presage song?
CASSANDRA
The pain, Paris, pain on thee! joy of wedding of thy
Was dead and shoots on run of thy and Troy!
And the pain for thee, the flood of Scamander!
Close to banks of thy, the river of Or correctly,
I grew in care of nursing of tender
From the infancy to maidenhood!
Now not from thine, but from the brook of Cocytus
And the banks of Acheron will encircle my cry that makes to presage.
CHOIR
Also plain is everything, too clearly!
It is probable that a child correctly reads thy fatal effort.
I lavish in my heart their fang that perforates
Terror and set of pain, the time that I have felt
That compassionate word, low, tender,
Still to dig ear and heart an overwhelming torment.
CASSANDRA
The pain for my city, the pain for the fall of Ilion!
Son-in-laws as oft with blood stain
Streamed on altar-stone of thine the blood of bovine livestock, killed
Be probable that that sky protects our wall!
But all were in vain verses.
Low lie the smashed towers while they fell,
And me--the ah heart that burns!--as low good will lie soon.