Canto Gorgo (Medusa's Psalm)

Let the bow lie unstrung on the arming table.

Let man flee my presence for his shame.

Let people have their small gods

and small goddesses,

their fires in their vessels of bronze.

Let my sisters render my vengeance

and let them have their grief.

Let them crush the palaces of kings,

and tread the houses of these thieves

under the soles of their bare feet.

Let all that remains of us

be monument

and song.