To the hapless Zeus-born offspring, too—
Proknè's son, who had but one—
Or a sacrifice to the Muses, say
Rather, who Itus sing alway,
Her single child! But thou, the sire
Of children three—O thou consuming fire!—
In one outrageous fate hast made them all expire!
And this outrageous fate—
What groan, or wail, or deadmen's dirge,
Or choric dance of Haides shall I urge