2Dixit, et, os impressa toro, “Moriemur inultae, She spoke, and having pressed her face in the couch, “we will die unavenged,660 sed moriamur” ait.“Sic, sic iuvat ire sub umbras:but let us die,” she said. “Thus, thus it pleases (me) to go under the shades:Hauriat hunc oculis ignem crudelis ab altoLet the cruel Trojan soak up this fire with his eyes from the deepDardanus, et nostrae secum ferat omina mortis.”and let him bring omens of our death with him.”
3Dixerat; atque illam media inter talia ferro She had spoken; and so her comrades see that womanconlapsam aspiciunt comites, ensemque cruoreFallen in a heap in the middle of such things by the sword, and the sword665spumantem, sparsasque manus. It clamor ad altaFoaming with gore, and her hands sprinkled (with gore). Uproar goes to the highatria; concussam bacchatur Fama per urbem.Atriums/halls; Rumor runs wild through the shaken city.
4670Karthago aut antiqua Tyros, flammaeque furentes Lamentis gemituque et femineo ululatuWith lamentations and with a groan and with a womanly howltecta fremunt; resonat magnis plangoribus aether,The roofs/houses roar; the upper air resounds with great wailings,non aliter, quam si immissis ruat hostibus omnisNot otherwise than if all of Carthage should fall, the enemy having been brought in,670Karthago aut antiqua Tyros, flammaeque furentesOr ancient Tyre, or the flames ragingculmina perque hominum volvantur perque deorum.Should turn/roll through the summits/roofs of men and of the gods.
5Audiit exanimis, trepidoque exterrita cursu Her sister heard out of her mind and terrified with a trembling rununguibus ora soror foedans et pectora pugnisFouling her features with her claws and her breasts/chest with her fists/punchesper medios ruit, ac morientem nomine clamat:She rushes through the midst (of people in the palace), and calls the dying one by name:675“Hoc illud, germana, fuit? Me fraude petebas?“Sister, was this that (thing you were planning)? Were you seeking me in deceit?Hoc rogus iste mihi, hoc ignes araeque parabant?(Was it) this (that) this pyre of yours, this (that) the fires and altars were preparing for me?
6Quid primum deserta querar? Comitemne sororem What am I, deserted, to complain of first? Did you, dying, spurn your sistersprevisti moriens? Eadem me ad fata vocasses:as companion? Would that you had called me to the same fates:idem ambas ferro dolor, atque eadem hora tulisset.That the same grief and the same hour had brought us both (to death) by the sword.680His etiam struxi manibus, patriosque vocaviIndeed, did I build with these hands (your pyre), and did I call the ancestral godsvoce deos, sic te ut posita crudelis abessem?with my voice, so that, with you placed thus I might be away (from you), cruel one?
7Exstinxti te meque, soror, populumque patresque You have destroyed yourself and me, sister, and the people and Sidonian fathersSidonios urbemque tuam. Date vulnera lymphisand your city. Give (her to me so that) I may wash (her) wounds with waters,abluam, et, extremus si quis super halitus errat,and, if any last breath wanders above (her mouth),685ore legam.” Sic fata, gradus evaserat altos,That I may collect (it) with (my) mouth.” Having spoken thus, she had passed beyond the high steps,semianimemque sinu germanam amplexa fovebatAnd cradled her half-dead sister in her lap/bosom, having embraced (her)
8cum gemitu, atque atros siccabat veste cruores. with a groan, and dried the black blood(s) with her robe/clothes.Illa, graves oculos conata attollere, rursusThat one, having tried to lift her heavy eyes, backwarddeficit; infixum stridit sub pectore vulnus.falls; the wound pierced beneath her breast hissed.
9quaesivit caelo lucem, ingemuitque reperta. 690Ter sese attollens cubitoque adnixa levavit;Three times lifting herself and having leaned on her forearm she raised (herself);ter revoluta toro est, oculisque errantibus altoThree times she was rolled over on the bed, and with eyes wanderingquaesivit caelo lucem, ingemuitque reperta.She sought the light from high heaven, and groaned (light) having been found.
10Tum Iuno omnipotens, longum miserata dolorem Then all-powerful Juno, pitied the long sufferingdifficilisque obitus, Irim demisit Olympo,and difficult passing(s), sent Iris down from Olympus695 quae luctantem animam nexosque resolveret artus.to release the struggling soul and the bound limbs.
11Nam quia nec fato, merita nec morte peribat, For since neither by fate nor by a deserved death was she dying,sed misera ante diem, subitoque accensa furore,But pitiful(ly) before her day/time, and suddenly enflamed by madness,nondum illi flavum Proserpina vertice crinemProserpina had not yet taken a blond (lock of) hair from that one’s headabstulerat, Stygioque caput damnaverat Orco.and had (not yet) doomed her head to Stygion Orcus.
12sacrum iussa fero, teque isto corpore solvo.” 700 Ergo Iris croceis per caelum roscida pennis,Therefore Iris dewy with saffron yellow feathers trough the sky mille trahens varios adverso sole colores,dragging a thousand different colors, the sun facing (her), devolat, et supra caput adstitit: “Hunc ego DitiFlew down, and stood above (Dido’s) head: “Having been ordered, I take for Dis (Pluto)sacrum iussa fero, teque isto corpore solvo.”this sacred (lock of hair) and I release you from that body of yours.”
13Sic ait, et dextra crinem secat: omnis et una Thus she speaks, and cuts a lock of hair with her right hand: and at the same time705 dilapsus calor, atque in ventos vita recessit.all the heat departed and (her) life withdrew into the winds.