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.ChorusSoon will you tumble to your own loved soil, and be forgotten.HecubaAnd the dust, mounting to heaven on wings like smoke, will rob me of the sight of my home.ChorusThe name of my country wiII pass into obscurity; all is scattered far and wide, and hapless Troy has ceased to be.HecubaDid you know, did you hear?ChorusYes, it was the crash of the citadel.HecubaThe shock, the shock—ChorusWill overwhelm our city utterly.HecubaO woe is me! trembling, quaking limbs, support my footsteps! away! to face the day that begins your slavery.ChorusWoe for our unhappy town! And yet let us advance to the Achaean fleet.