He has merely sent this cut lock to honor his father.ChorusWhat you say is no less a cause of tears for me, if he will never again set foot on this land. ElectraOver my heart, too, there sweeps a surge of bitterness, and I am struck as if a sword had run me through.From my eyes thirsty drops of a stormy flood fall unchecked at the sight of this tress. For how can I expect to find that someone else, some townsman, owns this lock? Nor yet in truth did she clip it from her head, the murderess,my own mother, who has assumed a godless spirit regarding her children that ill accords with the name of mother. But as for me, how am I to assent to this outright, that it adorned the head of Orestes, the dearest to me of all mortals? No, hope is merely flattering me.