Capitolo 67
The soul of aweless, inside the breast living of man?
Who say, as, passion-load and love-disturbed
The anxious thought, ardent of the woman
Does Doth marry humanity to the pain and downfall you fall?
Yea as the love without love that doths possess
The woman, also as the lioness,
Doth lacerates and separately tears, with anxious conflict,
The connection of the gotten married life?
Allow him to be the witness whose thought is not borne on wings of light
thro' the air,
But abideth with knowledge, what beaten was from Althea
desperation;
For her the marr his/her child's life-grace, with relighted sick suggestion
the flame
That was extinguished as burnt on the brand, that time from his/her mother
he came,
With to whine of a new-been born child; and the brand from which burns her
defeated,
For the Fates you/he/she had guessed him coeval, in the life and in death, with her
child.
Yea, and the hate of man says of another, Scylla protects of criminal astuteness,
Who killed for the cause of an enemy his/her father, o'er won by the wile
And the gifts of Cretan Minos, the gauds of the tall-beaten gold;
For her he/she clutched from the head of his/her father the lock that never owes
it waxes old,
As he inhaled the silence of sleep, and he/she didn't know his/her art and
his/her crime--
But Hermes, the watch of the dead doth they understand her/it, in fulness of
time.
And since then of the crimes of the cruel one I say, face my record that sings
The bitter marriage and without love, the curse on these outpoureds of salt,
The equipment skilled of a woman, from what a fall of head of a tribe did,
An austere warrior in his/her anger; the fear of his/her enemies everybody,--
A song of shame, inopportune! and cold is the hearth that was warm
And it dominated from the cowardly lance the a little female arm of the woman.
But the top and crown of all the crimes are that that in Lemnos happened;
A pain and a mourning that it is, a shame and a the to spit for saying;