Oresteia - Chorus (9)

[J. H. W. Tischbein: "Iphigenia recognises her brother"]

Cassandra:

Drops of holy water
mixed with blood
I cannot pity you

but farewell
stranger
friend

You’ll tread
your native shore
before me

My city was destroyed
& fate forced me to sail
brought by their oars

their spears
to this dark land
to serve

the servant
of the hunter goddess
tend her altars

where no sheep are sacrificed

[Euripides, Iphigenia in Tauris: ll. 645-55; 1110-15].

[Caridad Svich: "Iphigenia Crash Land Falls on the Neon Shell That Was Once Her Heart" (2004)]