English

Ἑλληνική Transliterate

Chorus : The Delphian rock has spoken out , now must a wicked mind
Planner of things I dare not speak and of this bloody wrack ,
Pray for feet that run as fast as the four hoofs of the wind :
Cloudy Parnassus and the Fates thunder at his back .
That sacred crossing place of lines upon Parnassus’ head ,
Lines drawn through North and South , and drawn through West and East ,
That navel of the world bids all men search the mountain wood ,
The solitary cavern , till they have found that infamous beast .

Creon : Fellow-citizens , having heard that King Oedipus accuses me of dreadful things , I come in my indignation . Does he think that he has suffered wrong from me in these present troubles , or anything that could lead to wrong , whether in word or deed ? How can I live under blame like that ? What life would be worth having if by you here , and by my nearest friends , called a traitor through the town ?