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Fraught with awe for thy fate

My weeping shall be;

Whelmed 'neath the weight

Of the weltering sea

I am fain to wail forth my lament for thy realm and thy house and for thee!

Ionia's embattled might,

Ionia's men-of-war,

In Ares' fatal armour dight,

Spurred by the foaming oar,

Swept men, ships, honour, all, away:

And there was left the wild waves' play

Heard in the lone of loveless night

On that disastrous shore.

Woe! Woe! thrice woe!

Inquire of me and ask all ye are fain to know.

Where, where is that great multitude,

Leal vassals of thy throne,

Pharandaces, Agabatas,

Susas and Pelagon?

Oh, tell me where is Psammis?

Where is Susiskanes,

Who from Ecbatana rode forth,—

And Dotamas?