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Samantha Strickland /
- Created on 2018-05-06 06:25:36
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Ἑλληνική
English
English
Χορός
τίς ἄρα νέατος ἐς πότε λήξει πολυπλάγκτων ἐτέων ἀριθμός ,
τὰν ἄπαυστον αἰὲν ἐμοὶ δορυσσοήτων
μόχθων ἄταν ἐπάγων
ἄν τὰν εὐρώδεα Τρωΐαν ,
δύστανον ὄνειδος Ἑλλάνων ;
Χορός
ὄφελε πρότερον αἰθέρα δῦναι μέγαν ἢ τὸν πολύκοινον Ἅιδαν
κεῖνος ἁνήρ , ὃς στυγερῶν ἔδειξεν ὅπλων
Ἕλλασιν κοινὸν Ἄρη .
ἰὼ πόνοι πρόγονοι πόνων :
κεῖνος γὰρ ἔπερσεν ἀνθρώπους .
τίς ἄρα νέατος ἐς πότε λήξει πολυπλάγκτων ἐτέων ἀριθμός ,
τὰν ἄπαυστον αἰὲν ἐμοὶ δορυσσοήτων
μόχθων ἄταν ἐπάγων
ἄν τὰν εὐρώδεα Τρωΐαν ,
δύστανον ὄνειδος Ἑλλάνων ;
Χορός
ὄφελε πρότερον αἰθέρα δῦναι μέγαν ἢ τὸν πολύκοινον Ἅιδαν
κεῖνος ἁνήρ , ὃς στυγερῶν ἔδειξεν ὅπλων
Ἕλλασιν κοινὸν Ἄρη .
ἰὼ πόνοι πρόγονοι πόνων :
κεῖνος γὰρ ἔπερσεν ἀνθρώπους .
Chorus :
What will be the final count of the far-wandering years ? When will it be ?
Ever bringing the ceaseless woe
of the toils of battle to me ,
through wide Troy ,
a wretched reproach to the Greeks ?
Chorus :
Would that he had first plunged into the great sky or into Hades ,
common to all , that man , who shed light
to the Greeks of the hateful weapons of the common war .
Oh toils , parents of toils .
For he destroyed mankind .
What will be the final count of the far-wandering years ? When will it be ?
Ever bringing the ceaseless woe
of the toils of battle to me ,
through wide Troy ,
a wretched reproach to the Greeks ?
Chorus :
Would that he had first plunged into the great sky or into Hades ,
common to all , that man , who shed light
to the Greeks of the hateful weapons of the common war .
Oh toils , parents of toils .
For he destroyed mankind .
CHORUS
When will our last year here arrive ?
When will the number of those wandering years
come to an end—and my interminable fate
to go on carrying this toiling spear
across the wide expanse of Troy ,
a sorrow and a shame for Greeks ?
How I wish that man had been swept off
high into the great sky or into Hades ,
the home that all men share ,
before he’d introduced the Greeks
to that war mood which sucks up everyone ,
those weapons of the god of war ,
which every man detests .
O those toils which just produce more toil !
That man has wiped out our humanity .
When will our last year here arrive ?
When will the number of those wandering years
come to an end—and my interminable fate
to go on carrying this toiling spear
across the wide expanse of Troy ,
a sorrow and a shame for Greeks ?
How I wish that man had been swept off
high into the great sky or into Hades ,
the home that all men share ,
before he’d introduced the Greeks
to that war mood which sucks up everyone ,
those weapons of the god of war ,
which every man detests .
O those toils which just produce more toil !
That man has wiped out our humanity .