Fair children. But, my dear lov’d friends, I pray you,
With pious supplication, now invoke,
The god Darius[n21] while on the earth I pour
These pure libations to the honour’d dead.
Chorus.
O queen, much-revered of the Persian nation,
To the chambers below pour thou the libation,
While we shall uplift the holy hymn,
That the gods who reign in the regions dim,
May graciously hear when we pray.