What can the shadow-like generations of man attain But build up a dazzling mockery of delight that under their touch dissolves again? Oedipus seemed blessed, but there is no man blessed among men. Oedipus overcame the woman-breasted Fate; He seemed like a strong tower against Death and first among the fortunate; He sat upon the ancient throne of Thebes, and all men called him great. But, looking for a marriage-bed, he found the bed of his birth, Tilled the field his father had tilled, cast seed into the same abounding earth, Entered through the door that had sent him wailing forth. Begetter and begot as one! How could that be hid? What darkness cover up that marriage-bed? Time watches, he is eagle-eyed, And all the works of man are known and every soul is tried. Would you had never come to Thebes, nor to this house, Nor riddled with the woman-breasted Fate, beaten off Death and succoured us, That I had never raised this song, heartbroken Oedipus!