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Oh, earth, nourisher of my children!

Ah, ah!

Hearken, my children, hear your mother's voice.

You are calling on the dead with voice of lamentation.

[1305] Yes, as I stretch my aged limbs upon the ground, and beat upon the earth with both my hands.

I follow you and kneel, invoking from the nether world my hapless husband.

[1310] I am being dragged and hurried away—

The sorrow, the sorrow of that cry!

To dwell beneath a master's roof!

From my own country!

Woe is me! O Priam, Priam, slain, unburied, left without a friend, nothing do you know of my cruel fate.

[1315] No, for over his eyes black death has drawn his pall, a pure man slain by the impure.

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