Chorus
At last came Oedipus, the man of sorrow, sent from Delphi [1045] to this land of Thebes, a joy to us then, but afterwards a cause of grief; for, when he guessed the riddle triumphantly, he formed with his mother an unhallowed union, woe to him! [1050] polluting the city; and striking down his sons by his curses, he handed them over to loathsome strife, through blood, the wretched man. We admire him, we admire him, [1055] who has gone to his death in his country's cause, leaving tears to Creon, but bringing a crown of victory to our seven fenced towers. [1060] May we be mothers in this way, may we have such fair children, dear PalIas, you who with well-aimed stone spilled the serpent's blood, rousing Cadmus to brood upon the task, [1065] from which a demon's curse swooped upon this land and ravaged it.