Stasimon 2
For citizens’ unhappy slaughter, bore.
And thus a man, by no milk’s help,
Within his household reared a lion’s whelp
In life’s first festal stage:
A true child-lover, and, to men of age,
A thing whereat pride warms;
And oft he had it in his arms
Like any new-born babe, bright-faced, to hand
Wagging its tail, at belly’s strict command.
725
The custom of progenitors was shown:
For-thanks for sustenance repaying
With ravage of sheep slaughtered —
730
With blood the house was watered,
To household came a woe there was no staying:
Great mischief many-slaying!
From God it was-some priest
Of Até, in the house, by nurture thus increased.
At first, then, to the city of Ilion went
A soul, as I might say, of windless calm —
740
An eyes’-dart bearing balm,
Love’s spirit-biting flower.
But — from the true course bending —
She brought about, of marriage, bitter ending:
745
Ill-resident, ill-mate, in power
Passing to the Priamidai — by sending
