[{"id": 161482, "created": "2022-06-09T08:54:12.950233", "project_id": 379, "task_id": 74790, "user_id": 427, "user_ip": null, "finish_time": "2022-06-09T09:05:19.216484", "timeout": null, "calibration": null, "external_uid": null, "media_url": null, "info": {"other": "", "translation": "And hark! there it purls silver-clear,\r\nQuite close, like a rippling it rushes,\r\nAnd to listen, he halts and hushes,\r\nAnd see, from the rock ledge, now babbling near,\r\nAn ebullient fountain springs murmuring here,\r\nAnd he joyfully kneels down and washes\r\nAnd his burning limbs refreshes.\r\n \r\nAnd the sunlight slants through the verdant trees\r\nAnd paints on the glistening meadows\r\nThe forest\u2019s gigantic shadows;\r\nAnd two wanderers walking the road he sees,\r\nHe would hasten along as past them he flees,\r\nThen he hears the words they are saying:\r\n\u201cNow him on the cross they are slaying.\u201d\r\n \r\nAnd now fear gives wings to his hastening gait,\r\nPangs of grief are him pursuing,\r\nAnd i\u2019th\u2019 shimmering red o\u2019th\u2019 evening,\r\nDistant Syracuse\u2019 towers await,\r\nAnd here Philostratus comes from its gate,\r\nThe household\u2019s honest keeper,\r\nWho with horror perceives his master:\r\n \r\n\u201cGo back! It\u2019s too late to save your friend,\r\nSo save your own life, for the future!\r\nEven now to death does he suffer.\r\nYour return he awaited for hours on end,\r\nTo you his hopeful soul did bend,\r\nWith a faith too strong and valiant\r\nTo be robbed by the scorn of the tyrant.\u201d\r\n \r\n\u201cAnd is it too late, and can I not lend\r\nHim the hand of a welcome savior,\r\nThen in death I\u2019ll join him forever.\r\nLet the bloody tyrant\u2019s boasting end,\r\nThat the friend has broken his word to his friend,\r\nLet him slaughter us two together\r\nAnd believe in love and honor.\u201d\r\n \r\nAnd the sun now descends, by the gate he stands nigh\r\nAnd sees the cross elevated,\r\nWhich the gaping crowd has awaited,\r\nOn the rope already his friend\u2019s lifted high,\r\nThrough the thick of the throng he goes charging by:\r\n\u201cMe, hangman! Kill me!\u201d he\u2019s crying,\r\n\u201cI\u2019m the one, for whom he is dying!\u201d\r\n \r\nAnd amazement seizes the people all round,\r\nThe two friends give each other embraces,\r\nTears of sorrow and joy wet their faces.\r\nNo eye without tears is there to be found,\r\nAnd the wonderful tale to the king is then bound,\r\nHumanely his feelings are shaken,\r\nTo his throne are they quickly then taken.\r\n \r\nAnd long he regards them with wondering eye,\r\nThen he speaks: \u201cYou have prospered,\r\nMy heart you now have conquered,\r\nAnd true faith, \u2019tis no empty vanity,\r\nSo into your friendship\u2019s bond take me,\r\nI would, if allowed my intention,\r\nBecome the third in your union.\u201d"}}]