I fled from death and in the sedgy reeds
Along the muddy margin of a lake
All night I lay in hiding, hoping there
To lurk until their homeward sails were spread.
And now my country dear I ne’er shall see,
My darling children and my aged sire
Whose face I long to see. But they are doomed
To pay the penalty which I escaped,
And by their death repair this fault of mine.
But by the gods above, divinities