Stasimon 3
[Choral 2]
you, at least, will bear
me witness how unwept by loved ones, and by what laws I go to the
rock-closed prison of my unheard-of tomb! Ah, misery!
845
Antigone
I have no home among men or with the shades, no
home with the living or with the dead.
850
[Choral 3]
You have rushed headlong to the
far limits of daring, and against the high throne of Justice
Chorus
you have fallen, my daughter, fallen
heavily. But in this ordeal you are paying for some paternal crime.
855
[Choral 2]
You have touched on my most bitter
thought
Antigone
and moved my ever-renewed pity for my father and for the
entire doom ordained for us, the famed house of Labdacus. Oh, the
horrors of our mother’s bed! Oh, the slumbers of the wretched mother
at the side
860
of her own son, my own father! What manner of parents
gave me my miserable being! It is to them that I go like this, accursed
and unwed, to share their home.
865
Ah, my brother, the marriage you made was doomed, and by dying you
killed me still alive!
870
[Choral 3]
Your pious action shows a certain
reverence, but an offence against power can no way be tolerated by him
who has power in his keeping.
Chorus
Your
self-willed disposition is what has destroyed you.
875
[Choral]
Unwept, unfriended, without
marriage-song, I am led in misery on this journey that cannot be put
off. No longer is it permitted me, unhappy girl,
Antigone
to look up at this sacred eye of the burning
sun. But for my fate no tear is shed, no friend moans in sorrow.
880
