Chorus
[840]
Ah! Love, Love, who once sought these Dardanian halls, deep-seated in the hearts of heavenly gods, how high you made Troy to tower in those days,
[845]
allying her with deities! But I will cease to urge reproaches against Zeus; for white-winged dawn, whose light is dear to man,
[850]
turned a baleful eye upon our land and watched the ruin of our citadel, though she had within her bridal bower a husband to give her children, 1 from this land,
[855]
whom once a chariot of gold spangled stars caught up and carried there, great source of hope to his native country ; but all the love the gods once had for Troy is passed away.