Oh, oh! All brought to pass, all true. Light, may I now look on you for the last time—I who have been found to be accursed in birth, [1185] accursed in wedlock, accursed in the shedding of blood.He rushes into the palace. Chorus Alas, generations of mortals, how mere a shadow I count your life! Where, where is the mortal who [1190] attains a happiness which is more than apparent and doomed to fall away to nothing? Your fate warns me—yours, unhappy Oedipus—to call no [1195] earthly creature blessed.