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6 Ah, listen, listen to my grievous tale,

My sorrow's words, my shrill and tearful cries!

Ah woe, ah woe!

Loud with lament the accents rise,

And from my living lips my own sad dirges flow!

O Apian land of hill and dale,

Thou kennest yet, O land, this faltered foreign wail—

Have mercy, hear my prayer!

Lo, how again, again, I rend and tear

My woven raiment, and from off my hair

Cast the Sidonian veil!

Ah, but if fortune smile, if death be driven away,

Vowed rites, with eager haste, we to the gods will pay!

Alas, alas again!

O whither drift the waves? and who shall loose the pain?

O Apian land of hill and dale,

Thou kennest yet, O land, this faltered foreign wail!

Have mercy, hear my prayer!

Lo, how again, again, I rend and tear

My woven raiment, and from off my hair

Cast the Sidonian veil!

The wafting oar, the bark with woven sail,

From which the sea foamed back,

Sped me, unharmed of storms, along the breeze's track—

Be it unblamed of me!

But ah, the end, the end of my emprise!

May He, the Father, with all-seeing eyes,