I call out to my father. Pity me,
dear Orestes too.
Rekindle the light that saves our house!
We're auctioned off, drift like vagrants now.
Mother has pawned us for a husband,
Aegisthus, her partner in her murdering.
I go like a slave,
and Orestes driven from his estates while they,
they roll in the fruits of all your labours,
magnificent and sleek.
O bring Orestes home, with a happy twist of fate, my father.
Hear me, make me far more self-possessed than mother,
make this hand more pure.
These prayers for us. For our enemies I say,
Raise up your avenger, into the light,
my father - k** the k**ers in return, with justice!
So in the midst of prayers for good I place
this curse for them.
Bring up your blessings, up into the air,
led by the gods and Earth and all the rights that bring us triumph.
Pouring libations on the tomb and turning to the women.
These are my prayers. Over them I pour libations.
Yours to adorn them with laments, to make them bloom,
so custom says - sing out and praise the dead.
chorus: Let the tears fall, ring out and die,