Listen to me you great fools!
How can you be so blinded to my Gift?
Did the golden twin not favor me?
I speak the truth,
My own death is near,
Please, open your ears?
What have you to fear?
I shall tell you!
You arrogant swine shall be taken by the ones you betrayed,
And I myself shall be swallowed by this curse!
Troy shall fall,
And that bittersweet beauty of golden mane
Who is the cause of this ruin -
She is the only one who shall go unscathed!
How fitting that such a wretched little nymph will go unpunished
And her failure to save herself and those around her;
Glorified as wisdom!
The heroes who cherish her splendor will die with this age,
As will my powers,
Fleeing back to my spurned lord,
Who waits in his smirking glory.
What senselessness is this that I should speak of the right?
And never to be regarded as a true Sibyl?
Such brutality lies entwined with my fate,
That I should die, and never once be honored with the grace of Apollo?
Such a cruel providence,
To burn in the truth,
And never once been believed.