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Smitten are we—time tells no heavier blow!

Smitten! the doom is plain!

Curse upon curse and pang on pang we know!

With the Ionian power

We clashed, in evil hour!

Woe falls on Persia's race, yea, woe again, again!

Yea, smitten am I, and my host is all to ruin hurled!

Yea verily—in mighty wreck hath sunk the Persian world!

See you this tattered rag of pride?

I see it, welladay!

See you this quiver?