ANTICLEA(VII – 466 ), Leonida di Taranto

VII – 466, ANTICLEA Leonida


Poor Anticlea, poor me who burn on a funeral pyre
my only child, in his blooming youth,
who died at the age of 18, my son: and suffering
I cry out my lonely old age.
May I fall in the Hades, dark abyss.
May I not see the rise of another day
Or the early sunlight.
Poor Anticlea, struck by fate,
hill your own pain:
drag me out of life.

(Elena Corinaldesi - Ilaria Tortorella - Brenno Rubegni)



ANTICLEA

Oh poor Anticlea, poor me,
who had to bury my only child
in the bloom of his youth,
dead at eighteen.
Abandoned, old, I cry desperately
would to heaven that I could go to the Hades,
Kingdom of the darkness;
That the sunset could not appear to me
neither the rays of sunlight.
Oh poor Anticlea, you,
The one who has been struck by Faith!
May you relieve me from the pain,
take me away from life.

(Turchetti Miglioroni Lella)