Aeschylus Persians 988

CHORUS

And, in truth, we regret another too, Xanthus, leader of ten thousand Mardians, and warlike Anehares, Diaexis too, and Arsames, chiefs of the cavalry, Cigdates and Lythimnes, and Tolmus that was never satisfied with the spear. 3

They

XERXES

were buried, they were buried, not following in our train, in tents mounted on wheels.

CHORUS

XERXÈS

Oui, tu réveilles en moi la nostalgie de mes
preux compagnons, avec tes mots affreux, affreux, cruels, plus que douloureux. Mon cœur crie au fond de mes membres !

LE CHŒUR

Il en est bien d'autres qu'ici nous regrettons
encore : celui

CHORUS.

Yet once more ſhall I aſk thee, yet once more,

Where is the Mardian Xanthes' might,

The daring chief, that from the Pontic ſhore

Led his ſtrong phalanx to the ſight?

Anchares where, whoſe high-raiſ'd ſhield

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Flamed foremoſt in th' embattled field?

Where the high leaders of thy mail-clad horſe,

Däixis and Arfaces where?

Where Cigdagatas, and Lythimnas' force,

Waving untir'd his purple ſpear?

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XERXES.

Entomb'd, I ſaw them in the earth entomb'd;

Nor did the rolling car with ſolemn ſtate

Attend their rites:

I follow'd:

low they lie,

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Ah me, the once great leaders of my hoſt

Low in the earth, without their honours lie.

CHORUS.

CORO

Ed altri invoca poi la nostra brama:

Mardone, che guidava una miríade,

e Dïàmide ed Arsame,

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cavalieri destrissimi,

e il prode Sante ed Ancare,

e Litimma e Cedàdate,

e Tolmo insaziabile

di battaglie. Stupor, stupor mi prende.

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Come mai non seguirono

te sui carri guerreschi entro le tende?

SERSE

Cho.

Attamen aliquid aliud defideramus,

Mardorum uirorum myriarcham

Xanthem, bellicofumq; Ancharem,

Didiximq Arfacem, equorum prefectos.

Cygdagatam, & Lythinnam

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Audacem, hasta in ſatiatum.

Sepelij, fepelij non in ſcenis,

Curru uectis retrorfum fequentes.

Chorus

Another yet we yearn to see,

And see not! ah, thy chivalry,

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Xanthis, thou chief of Mardian men

Countless! and thou, Anchares bright,

And ye, whose cars controlled the fight,

Arsaces and Diaixis wight,

Kegdadatas, Lythimnas dear,

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And Tolmus, greedy of the spear!

I stand bereft! not in thy train

Come they, as erst! ah, ne'er again

Shall they return unto our eyes,

Car-borne, 'neath silken canopies!

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Xerxes

Der Chor.

Und auch nach Andern verlangt uns,

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Nach Xanthios, dem aus mardischem Volk

Myriaden gefolgt, nach dem Helden

Anchares, Diäxis, Arsakes,

Die den Reitern geboten,

Kigdadatas auch und Lythimnas

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Und Tolmos, im Kampf unersättlich.

Sie ruhen im Grab! Kein Wagengespann,

Bedeckt mit Zelten, führte sie zur Gruft.

Vierte Strophe.

Xerres.