Let those who hold our city's sway Wreak, or forbear to wreak, their will On those who cry, Ah, well-a-day!
Lamenting Polyneices still!
We will go forth and, side by side With her, due burial will provide!
Royal he was; to him be paid Our grief, wherever he be laid!
The crowd may sway, and change, and still Take its caprice for justice' will But we this dead Eteocles, As Justice wills and Right decrees, Will bear unto his grave!
For-under those enthroned on high And Zeus' eternal royalty-He unto us salvation gave!
He saved us from a foreign yoke,-
A wild assault of outland folk, A savage, alien wave!
THE END
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