Capitolo 60
On sepulchre of thy.
Each, each where you the art modest it placed,
Stands, a suppliant how homeless you/he/she has done:
Ah, and all are full of sick,
I comfort is not anybody to say there!
You strives and you fights as we am able,
It is still standing you condemn invincible.
CHOIR
No, in such case him the wish, the god
He/she anchors our torn wounds to rejoyce you/they can turn
He can offer a triumph-ode
You drown the funeral song close to this urn;
He in salt regal can greet
His/her child restored, the feet of return-driven.
ORESTES
Ah my father! hadst you lain
Under the wall of Ilion,
From of the Lycian killed spearman,
You hadsts went away to this room of thine
Honour; you the beaten hadst for us
The fame and the life most glorious.
End-seas if you had'sts died,
You/he/she had heavily sustained grave of thy,
Piled up on tall; but, it extinguished in pride,
Pain is light in house of thy.
CHOIR
Beloved and honoured hadst you lain
From the corpse that nobly the skin,
In the under-world again,
Where throned is the kings of hell,
Full of the adorable hesitation
You hadsts witnessed their correct hand--
You that werts, in deadly earth,
From the ordinance of Fate and law,
King of king that bears the crown
And the personnel to that in reverential fear
Deadly men arch down.
ELECTRA
Rather Or it produces, I was fain
Other fate was fallen on thee.
Sick is if you lain hadst
One among the killed ground of common ownership,
Fallen by the side of Scamander--
Those that killed thee should be us!
Then, intact from slavery,
We had felt far as from
Dead of those that would be due to die
'Half the opportunity of war.
CHOIR
Child of Or, ancestor! things all too much tall you the sayest.
Effortless, but vain, whine of thy!
An advantage above all gold is that you the prayest,
A destiny of unreached,
As of the blessed earth that far to distance
Over the lies of wind of north;
He/she anchors the doth Your ring of prayer double strong reproval;
A double scourge of sighs