septem illum totos perhibent ex ordine mensis rupe sub aria deserti ad Strymonis undam flevisse, et gelidis haec evolvisse sub antris mulcentem tigris et agentem carmine quercus: qualis populea maerens philomela sub umbra amissos queritur fetus, quos durus arator observans nido implumis detraxit; at illa flet noctem, ramoque sedens miserabile carmen integrat, et maestis late loca questibus implet.
Of him they tell that for seven whole months day after day beneath a lofty crag beside lonely Strymons stream he wept, and in the shelter of cool dales unfolded this his tale, charming tigers and drawing oaks with his song: even as the nightingale, mourning beneath a poplars shade, bewails her young ones loss, when a heartless ploughman, watching their resting place, has plucked them unfledged from the nest: the mother weeps all night long, as, perched on a branch, she repeats her piteous song and fills all around with plaintive lamentation.
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