Stasimon 1
[Choral 1]
I mourn your unfortunate fate, Prometheus.
Chorus
Shedding from my eyes a coursing flood of tears I wet my tender cheeks with their moist streams. For Zeus, holding this unenviable power by self-appointed laws,
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displays towards the gods of old an overweening spirit.
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Now the whole earth cries aloud in lamentation; . . . lament the greatness of the glory of your time-hallowed honor,
the honor that was yours and your brother’s; and all mortals who make their dwelling place in holy Asia share the anguish of your most lamentable suffering;
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[Choral 2]
And those who dwell in the land of Colchis, the maidens fearless in fight; and the Scythian multitude that inhabits the most remote region of the earth bordering the Maeotic lake;
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Chorus
And the warlike flower of Arabia, which hold the high-cragged citadel near the Caucasus, a hostile host that roars among the sharp-pointed spears.
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[Choral]
One other Titan god before this I have seen in distress, enthralled in torment by adamantine bonds—Atlas, pre-eminent in mighty strength, who moans as he supports
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Chorus
the vault of heaven on his back.
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The waves of the sea utter a cry as they fall, the deep laments, the black abyss of Hades rumbles in response, and the streams of pure-flowing rivers
lament your piteous pain.
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