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Thine heaviness myself will help thee bear.

Older thou art than I, and surely ware

Of wisdom that I wot not: yet also

To me Zeus giveth both to think and know.

And if ye leave us for the stranger's shore,

This know I, that your heart shall still be sore

For Athens. Time's great river in its flow

From darkness shall but make her glory grow.

And here in honour at Erechtheus' side

Enthronèd, thou shalt garner gifts of pride

From men and women worshippers, in fair

Procession moving, richer and more rare

Than eye of man hath seen in other lands.

Such offering now awaits thee at my hands:

Blessing and blest, 'mid glories gladly given,

To share this land, the best beloved of Heaven.

That this should fall on me,

Me of the ancient way,

The faithful of heart! To be

Unclean, abominable,

In the darkness where I dwell,

And mine honour shorn away!

My breath is as a fire flung far and wide,

And a strange anguish stabbeth at my side.

Hear thou my wrath, O Mother, Night, mine own,

Hear what these young false-handed gods have wrought!

Mine immemorial honour is overthrown,

And I am naught!