and has been found a heavy sorrow for his friends. His hands’ former achievements, deeds of prowess supreme,have fallen without friends, without friends, before the unfriendly, miserable Atreidae.

ChorusSurely his mother, companion of antiquity andgrey with age, when she hears that he has been afflicted with the ruin of his mind will raise a loud cry of wailing. It is not the nightingale’s piteous lamentthat she, unhappy, will sing. Rather in shrill-toned odes the dirge will rise, while the hollow sound of beating hands and the shredding of grey hair will fall upon her breast.

ChorusYes, better hid in Hades is the man plagued by foolishness, who by the lineage from where he springs is noblest of the enduring Achaeans, yet now isconstant no more in his inbred temperament, but wanders outside himself. O Telamon, unhappy father, how heavy a curse upon your son awaits your hearing, a curse which never yet hasany life-portion of the heirs of Aeacus nourished but his!