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The Persians-Part4_Aeschylus(525-456BC)_Translated Works(翻译文学)-第2页

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With flowers of various hues, earth's fairest offspring



Inwreathed. But you, my friends, amid these rites





Raise high your solemn warblings, and invoke



Your lord, divine Darius; I meanwhile





Will pour these off'rings to the infernal gods.



CHORUS (chanting)





Yes, royal lady, Persia's honour'd grace,



To earth's dark chambers pour thy off'rings: we





With choral hymns will supplicate the powers



That guide the dead, to be propitious to us.





And you, that o'er the realms of night extend



Your sacred sway, thee mighty earth, and the





Hermes; thee chief, tremendous king, whose throne



Awes with supremedominion, I adjure:





Send, from your gloomy regions, send his shade



Once more to visit this ethereal light;





That he alone, if aught of dread event



He sees yet threat'ning Persia, may disclose





To us poor mortals Fate's extreme decree.



Hears the honour'd godlike king?





These barbaric notes of wo,



Taught in descant sad to ring,





Hears he in the shades below?



Thou, O Earth, and you, that lead





Through your sable realms the dead,



Guide him as he takes his way,





And give him to the ethereal light of day!



Let the illustrious shade arise





Glorious in his radiant state,



More than blazed before our eyes,





Ere sad Susa mourn'd his fate.



Dear he lived, his tomb is dear,





Shrining virtues we revere:



Send then, monarch of the dead,





Such as Darius was, Darius' shade.



He in realm-unpeopling war





Wasted not his subjects' blood,



Godlike in his will to spare,





In his councils wise and good.



Rise then, sovereign lord, to light;





On this mound's sepulchral height



Lift thy sock in saffron died,





And rear thy rich tiara's regal pride!



Great and good, Darius, rise:





Lord of Persia's lord, appear:



Thus involved with thrilling cries





Come, our tale of sorrow hear!



War her Stygian pennons spreads,





Brooding darkness o'er our heads;



For stretch'd along the dreary shore





The flow'r of Asia lies distain'd with gore.



Rise, Darius, awful power;





Long for thee our tears shall flow.



Why thy ruin'd empire o'er





Swells this double flood of wo?



Sweeping o'er the azure tide





Rode thy navy's gallant pride:



Navy now no more, for all





Beneath the whelming wave-



(While the CHORUS Sings, ATOSSA performs her ritual by the tomb.





As the song concludes the GHOST OF DARIUS appears from the tomb.)



GHOST OF DARIUS





Ye faithful Persians, honour'd now in age,



Once the companions of my youth, what ills





Afflict the state? The firm earth groans, it opes,



Disclosing its vast deeps; and near my tomb





I see my wife: this shakes my troubled soul



With fearful apprehensions; yet her off'rings





Pleased I receive. And you around my tomb



Chanting the lofty strain, whose solemn air





Draws forth the dead, with grief-attemper'd notes



Mournfully call me: not with ease the way





Leads to this upper air; and the stern gods,



Prompt to admit, yield not a passage back





But with reluctance: much with them my power



Availing, with no tardy step I come.





Say then, with what new ill doth Persia groan?



CHORUS (chanting)





My wonted awe o'ercomes me; in thy presence



I dare not raise my eyes, I dare not speak.





GHOST OF DARIUS



Since from the realms below, by thy sad strains





Adjured, I come, speak; let thy words be brief;



Say whence thy grief, tell me unawed by fear.





I dread to forge a flattering tale, I dread






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