Chorus: And many races more he ran,
And won in all the victor’s crown,
Whose harbor now is Hades’ tears,
The final labor of them all;
There his life is disembarked
In grief. He
comes no more.
His friends have left his house,
And Charon’s ferry waits
To take his children’s lives
The godless, lawless trip of no return.
To your hand, your house still turns,
And you are gone!
Could I have my youth once more,
Could I shake my spear once more
Beside the comrades of my youth,
My courage now would champion
Your sons. But
youth comes back no more
That blessed me once.
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