For a murderous blow let murderous blow atone.
The saying goes that the gods leave a town once it is captured.
The wisest of the wise may err.
Fear hurries on my tongue through want of courage.
He hears but half who hears one party only.
Chorus: Zeus, who guided men to think who laid it down that wisdom comes alone through suffering. Still there drips in sleep against the heart grief of memory; against our pleasure we are temperate.