From my own country!This part of the line is assigned to Hecuba in the translation and has been moved to align with the Greek.HecubaWoe is me! O Priam, Priam, slain, unburied, left without a friend, nothing do you know of my cruel fate.ChorusNo, for over his eyes black death has drawn his pall, a pure man slain by the impure.

HecubaWoe for the temples of the gods and for our dear city!ChorusAh, ah!HecubaMurderous flame and enemy spear are now your lot.ChorusSoon will you tumble to your own loved soil, and be forgotten.HecubaAnd the dust, mounting to heaven on wings like smoke, will rob me of the sight of my home.