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Ah me for my woes! Full well may I shriek, full well may I moan!

By what doom have the spirits of these three flown

From the light of life? O child, make known.

Not as reproaching, nor mocking, I tell,

But in anguish. Thy curse, with its vengeance of hell,

With swords laden, and fire,

And ruthless contention, on thy sons fell:

Woe's me, my sire!

Alas for me!

Wherefore thy deep-drawn sigh?

For my children!

Thine had been agony,

To the Sun-god's chariot couldst thou but raise

Thine eyes, couldst thou on these bodies gaze,

Dead where they lie.

For the evil fate of my sons, it is all too plain;

But ah, mine unhappiest wife!—by what doom, O my child, was she slain?