Chorus
O famous Salamis, you, I know, have your happy seat among the waves that beat your shore, eternally conspicuous in the eyes of all men. [600] But I, miserable, have long been delayed here, still making my bed through countless months in the camp on the fields of Ida. [605] I am worn by time and with anxious expectation still of a journey to Hades the abhorred, the unseen.
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