alev adil rehearsing jocasta with hazim kamaledin
Oedipus by Seneca, respaced:
Why art benumbed, my soul? Since thou hast shared
his guilt, why dost refuse to share
his punishment? Through thee,
incestuous one, all grace
of human law has been confused and lost.
Die then,
and let out thy impious spirit with the sword.
Could I ever pay penalty equal
to my crimes I, a mother accurst.
Death
is my darling wish;
let the way of death be sought
