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!
refrain
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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, rend and tear
My woven raiment, and from off my hair
Cast the Sidonian veil!
antistrophe 6
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?
refrain
1
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!
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