1 EURIPIDES' TROJAN WOMEN PREFACE, TRANSLATION, and ...

Your life is ripped away from us,
from your mother and me.
This is a crime.
What will my life be now?
What can I do to help you,
My poor little one?
All that we can do is strike our heads,
Beat our breasts!
I’ll begin the mourning,
For the city,
Laments for you.
What has not happened to us?
What keeps us now from
Hurtling to the bottom of hell?
Chorus
King Telamon, who made his home
On the bee-humming island of Salamis,
Washed by its many waves, 800
Lying opposite the holy hills
Where Athena first revealed
The branch of grey olive,
That heavenly crown
A wreath to adorn shining Athens.
Telamon, you came from Greece
A hero with the other hero,
The bow-bearing son of Alcmena,
To sack the city of Troy,
Troy, our city,
That first time long ago.
He led the flower of Greece,
Angered by the fraud of the promised steeds,
He docked the sea-stroking oars
By the shores of fair-flowing Simois,
And fastened the ropes from the sterns.
He took his bow in his hand from the ship
To deal death to Laomedon.
He destroyed the well-measured walls of Phoebus,
With a blast of red fire;
He destroyed the land of Troy.
Two times were the walls of Troy spattered with blood,
Two times did the bloody spear shatter the city.
In vain do you walk with graceful step
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