:06:15
No one will cry,
:06:18
''Oh, people, fire!''
:06:22
Though houses smolder
with crack and roar,
:06:30
and sparks adorn
the blackened walls.
:06:37
Who's there to shout?
:06:41
The blood-covered corpses
:06:46
of those who lived here?
:07:03
Troy has become
:07:09
a colossal torch,
:07:17
a sacrificial fire,
:07:21
a burnt-out desert.
:07:34
Down with the tyrant!
:07:37
This is how the rabble
appreciates me and my poetry.
:07:41
Let Praetorians crush them!
:07:46
Will the troops be loyal?
:07:48
- Yes, divinity.
- But not numerous.
:07:52
Stay here, where it is safe.
And this rabble must be tempered.
:07:57
What a day! Fire
:07:59
and a raging sea of people!