The heart of Zeus thou hast made hot with love
And Hera's curse even as a runner stripped
Pursues thee ever on thine endless round.
How dost thou know my father's name? Impart
A poor, distressful creature, who thou art.
Sorrowful one! Tell me, whose voice proclaims
Naming by all their old, unhappy names,
Sick! Sick! ye Gods, with suffering ye have sent,