Illic blanda sonantibus Chordis carmina temperans Quidquid praecipuis deae Matris fontibus hauserat, Quod luctus dabat impotens, Quod luctum geminans amor, Deflet Taenara commovens Et dulci veniam prece Umbrarum dominos rogat.
There modulating gentle songs On the sounding lyre All that he drew from the foremost springs Of his goddess mother,a All that his unquelled grief bestowed And love, that doubles grief, Make his laments; he moves Taenarian hearts,b And with sweet prayer Asks pardon of the lords of Hades shades.
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