They say to their mothers, Where is grain and wine? When they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, When their soul is poured out into their mothers’ bosom.

They say to their mothers, Where is grain and wine? when they are falling like the wounded in the open squares of the town, when their life is drained out on their mother's breast.

Ειπον προς τας μητερας αυτων, Που ειναι σιτος και οινος; Οποτε ελιποθυμουν εν ταις πλατειαις της πολεως ως ο τραυματιας, οποτε η ψυχη αυτων εξεχεετο εις τον κολπον των μητερων αυτων.

They say to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? when they swooned as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul was poured out into their mothers’ bosom.