(Chorus): "Ares who traffics in the gold of bodies
and holds his scale in the battle of the spears,
sends back to their kin
from Troy heavy dust burnt in the fire,
which brings hard tears; and in place
of a man, ash is the freight
of urns easily stowed.
Lamenting they praise the men,
one as knowing in battle,
another as fallen bravely amid slaughter.
'Through the wife of another' –
a man is snarling this quietly.
Resentment steals over their grief
against the Atreidae leading the case." (437-451)
(Chorus): "Were not one man's status in life
set by heaven, preventing
another's from greater advance,
my heart would have anticipated
my tongue in pouring this out;
but now it grumbles
in the darkness, with my spirit grieving and not hopeful
ever of winding all to its end
effectively; my mind is ablaze." (1025-1033)
(Chorus): "The deed has been done, it seems to me from the king's cries of pain. Let us share our thoughts, in case there may somehow be safe plans.
– I tell you my proposal, to have criers call the townsfolk here to the house, to help.
– No, my idea is to rush in at once and prove the deed together with the freshly streaming sword.
– I share a proposal like that, and I vote for action; it's a moment for no delay!
– It's here to see: this is their prelude to actions which mean tyranny for the city.
– Yes, we are taking our time while they trample down delay's reputation, and their hands are not asleep." (1346-1357)