Ah, wretched Thyrsis, what is the use, if you melt away your two-pupilled eyes with tears as you lament?
The young she-goat is gone, the beautiful kid, gone to Hades; for a fierce wolf has seized her in his claws.
§6.5αἱ δὲ κύνες κλαγγεῦντι·
And the dogs howl.
τί τὸ πλέον, ἁνίκα τήνας §6.6ὀστίον οὐδὲ τέφρα λείπεται οἰχομένας;
What is the use, when of her, who is gone, neither bone nor ash is left?