Variant: Look upon him, O my Thebans, on your king, the child of fame!<br>This mighty man, this Œdipus the lore far-famed could guess,<br>And envy from each Theban won, so great his lordliness—<br>Lo to what a surge of sorrow and confusion hath he come!<br>Let us call no mortal happy till our eyes have seen the doom<br>And the death-day come upon him—till, unharassed by mischance,<br>He pass the bound of mortal life, the goal of ordinance.<br>[ Tr. E. D. A. Morshead http://books.google.com/books?id=i7wXAAAAYAAJ (1885)] <br class="br">Variant: People of Thebes, my countrymen, look on Oedipus.<br>He solved the famous riddle, with his brilliance,<br>he rose to power, a man beyond all power.<br>Who could behold his greatness without envy?<br>Now what a black sea of terror has overwhelmed him.<br>Now as we keep our watch and wait the final day,<br>count no man happy till he dies, free of pain at last.<br>[quoted by Thomas Cahill in Sailing the Wine-Dark Sea] <br class="br">Source: Oedipus Rex, Line 1529, Choragos.