The sorrow, the sorrow of that cry!HecubaTo dwell beneath a master’s roof!ChorusFrom my own country!This part of the line is assigned to Hecuba in the translation and has been moved to align with the Greek.HecubaWoe is me! O Priam, Priam, slain, unburied, left without a friend, nothing do you know of my cruel fate.ChorusNo, for over his eyes black death has drawn his pall, a pure man slain by the impure.

HecubaWoe for the temples of the gods and for our dear city!ChorusAh, ah!HecubaMurderous flame and enemy spear are now your lot.