A hawk that darted on the eagle’s head,
And tore it with his claws, the royal bird
Yielding his glory meekly to be plucked.
These things I saw in fear, as ye in fear
Must hear them. Ye know well, my son commands
Supreme in Persia. Should success attend him,
’Tis well; but should mischance o’ertake him, he
Will rule in Susa as he ruled before;
No power is here to whom he owes account.
Chorus.