Alas I am confined within my home, trapped by what I’ve feared
Yes, the gods, my family and friends
Have forced me to marry, finally wed.
And to whom, might my loyal worshippers ask?
Oh, a tragedy, to Heapheastas!
God of the forge!
I cringe to think that my life is now bound.
Why, even Eros is freer than I!
An outrage, disgrace, I say this is.
Love is itself its own emotion,
Not to be trapped in fowl binds
And yet, here I stand! Alone in my sorrow.
Why is this to me that misfortune has happened?
I’ve only done good for my people in past!
Disgrace, disgrace, I plague upon you all
Forcing me, Aphrodite, of love and of beauty
To stay with the limping, lame, well giant.
Oh, don’t mind me, don’t pay a word.
Yes, such tragedy is fine by me,
I’ll merely stay home under lock and key.
But just watch, just wait! You’ll be waiting.
Without me to guide them, young lads and young lasses,
They’ll all go astray, disgracing themselves
Choosing wrong and choosing worse, they shall go wanting.
For Aphrodite is confined, by her cruel, cruel family.
A curse, brother Zeus, for what you have done!
A curse for forcing me into this marriage!
Ah, alas, my husband come knocking.
I’ll not stand for this man, not for a day, not hither.
So, go away! Leave me be! To my weeping!
My poor, poor son, where is he, I wonder?
Attempting to cover my tasks?
Poor Eros, he’ll never fulfill those tasks.
Without me to remind them, the peasants grow lazy!
Love is a game, a game of fate that it is.
Without me, they shall stomp the rules to dust.
Brother Zeus, you are cursed and wretched.
With your jealous little wife, and those many mistresses,
You shall have no love! Not without me, and I’m gone!
I despise these confines, and you shall soon, too.
So, go, and begin, begin, now, to rue.
For you have tempered my goddess wrath!
Aphrodite is angered, there’s no going back!
