: Cling to her who bore you, wind arms around my back, and join your mouth to mine.
Greeks who have devised barbarian evils, do you kill this child who is guilty of nothing?
§766ὦ Τυνδάρειον ἔρνος, οὔποτʼ εἶ Διός, §767πολλῶν δὲ πατέρων φημί σʼ ἐκπεφυκέναι, §768Ἀλάστορος μὲν πρῶτον, εἶτα δὲ Φθόνου, §769Φόνου τε Θανάτου θʼ ὅσα τε γῆ τρέφει κακά.
scion of Tyndareus, you are never the child of Zeus, I say you were born of many fathers: of an Avenging Spirit, then of Envy, Murder, of Death, and of all the evils that earth nurtures.
I will never boast that Zeus begot you, are a deadly fate to many barbarians and Greeks.
§772ὄλοιο·
you perish!
καλλίστων γὰρ ὀμμάτων ἄπο §773αἰσχρῶς τὰ κλεινὰ πεδίʼ ἀπώλεσας Φρυγῶν.
For from your most beautiful eyes have shamefully destroyed the glorious plains of the Phrygians.
come, take him, carry him off, cast him down, if casting him down is resolved; on his flesh.
For by the gods are being destroyed, and we would not be able ward off death from our child.
κρύπτετʼ ἄθλιον δέμας §778καὶ ῥίπτετʼ ἐς ναῦς· ἐπὶ καλὸν γὰρ ἔρχομαι §779ὑμέναιον, ἀπολέσασα τοὐμαυτῆς τέκνον.
Hide my wretched body cast me into the ship; for I am going to a fine, after losing my own child.
Troy, you have destroyed countless thousands the sake of one woman and a hateful bed.
§782ἄγε παῖ, φίλιον πρόσπτυγμα μεθεὶς §783μητρὸς μογερᾶς, βαῖνε πατρῴων §784πύργων ἐπʼ ἄκρας στεφάνας, ὅθι σοι §785πνεῦμα μεθεῖναι ψῆφος ἐκράνθη.
: Come, child, releasing the loving embrace your grieving mother, go the top crest of your ancestral towers, where it has decreed by vote for you to yield up your breath.
§786λαμβάνετʼ αὐτόν.
him.
τὰ δὲ τοιάδε χρὴ §787κηρυκεύειν, ὅστις ἄνοικτος §788καὶ ἀναιδείᾳ τῆς ἡμετέρας §789γνώμης μᾶλλον φίλος ἐστίν.
But such messages should be heralded one who is pitiless more a friend to shamelessness than to feeling.
: O child, O child of my suffering son, are unjustly robbed of your life, both mother and I.
τί πάθω;
What can I endure?
τί σʼ ἐγώ, §793δύσμορε, δράσω;
What can I do for you, one?
These we give you: beatings of our head and the strikings of our breast; over these we have power.
οἲ ʼγὼ πόλεως, §796οἴμοι δὲ σέθεν·
Alas for the city, alas for you!
τί γὰρ οὐκ ἔχομεν;
For what do we not have?
do we lack that we should not in full haste through utter destruction?
§799μελισσοτρόφου Σαλαμῖνος ὦ βασιλεῦ Τελαμών, §800νάσου περικύμονος οἰκήσας ἕδραν §801τᾶς ἐπικεκλιμένας ὄχθοις ἱεροῖς, ἵνʼ ἐλαίας §802πρῶτον ἔδειξε κλάδον γλαυκᾶς Ἀθάνα, §803οὐράνιον στέφανον λιπαραῖσί τε κόσμον Ἀθήναις, §804ἔβας ἔβας τῷ τοξοφόρῳ συναρι- §805στεύων ἅμʼ Ἀλκμήνας γόνῳ §806Ἴλιον Ἴλιον ἐκπέρσων πόλιν §807ἁμετέραν τὸ πάροιθεν· §809ὅθʼ Ἑλλάδος ἄγαγε πρῶτον ἄνθος ἀτυζόμενος §810πώλων, Σιμόεντι δʼ ἐπʼ εὐρείτᾳ πλάταν §811ἔσχασε ποντοπόρον καὶ ναύδετʼ ἀνήψατο πρυμνᾶν §812καὶ χερὸς εὐστοχίαν ἐξεῖλε ναῶν, §814Λαομέδοντι φόνον· κανόνων δὲ τυκίσματα Φοίβου §815πυρὸς φοίνικι πνοᾷ καθελὼν §816Τροίας ἐπόρθησε χθόνα.
: O Telamon, king of bee-nourishing Salamis, inhabit a dwelling of the wave-girt island lies near the sacred hills, where Athena showed the branch of the gray olive, heavenly crown and an adornment for gleaming Athens, went, you went, sharing the prize of valor with the bow-bearing of Alcmene, sack Ilium, Ilium, our city former times; he led the flower of Greece, vexed on account of the steeds, on the broad-flowing Simois stayed his sea-faring oar bound the cables from the sterns, from the ships brought forth the accurate skill of his hand, death to Laomedon; and pulling down the stone-masonry of Phoebus built by rules, the red breath of fire, ravaged the land of Troy.
with two separate assaults did he destroy walls around Dardania.
§820μάταν ἄρʼ, ὦ χρυσέαις ἐν οἰνοχόαις ἁβρὰ βαίνων, §821Λαομεδόντιε παῖ, §823Ζηνὸς ἔχεις κυλίκων πλήρωμα, καλλίσταν λατρείαν· §825ἁ δέ σε γειναμένα πυρὶ δαίεται· §826ἠιόνες δʼ ἅλιαι §829ἴακχον οἰωνὸς οἷ- §830ον τεκέων ὕπερ βοᾷ, §831ᾇ μὲν εὐνάτορας, ᾇ δὲ παῖδας, §832ᾇ δὲ ματέρας γεραιάς.
vain then, O you who walk gracefully with golden wine-pitchers, of Laomedon, you hold the filling of Zeus' cups, a most beautiful service; the land that gave you birth is consumed with fire; the sea-shores out as a bird over its young, for husbands, some for children, for aged mothers.
§833τὰ δὲ σὰ δροσόεντα λουτρὰ §834γυμνασίων τε δρόμοι §835βεβᾶσι, σὺ δὲ πρόσωπα νεα- §836ρὰ χάρισι παρὰ Διὸς θρόνοις §837καλλιγάλανα τρέφεις· Πριάμοιο δὲ γαῖαν §838Ἑλλὰς ὤλεσʼ αἰχμά.
are your dewy baths the courses of your gymnasia; you, by the throne of Zeus, preserve your young with graces in lovely calm; while the Greek spear destroyed the land of Priam.
§840Ἔρως Ἔρως, ὃς τὰ Δαρδάνεια μέλαθρά ποτʼ ἦλθες §842οὐρανίδαισι μέλων, §844ὡς τότε μὲν μεγάλως Τροίαν ἐπύργωσας, θεοῖσι §845κῆδος ἀναψάμενος.
, Eros, who once came to the Dardanian halls, by the heavenly gods, greatly then did you build up Troy, weaving a kinship with the gods!
τὸ μὲν οὖν Διὸς §846οὐκέτʼ ὄνειδος ἐρῶ· §847τὸ τᾶς δὲ λευκοπτέρου §849φίλιον Ἁμέρας βροτοῖς §850φέγγος ὀλοὸν εἶδε γαῖαν, §851εἶδε περγάμων ὄλεθρον, §852τεκνοποιὸν ἔχουσα τᾶσδε §854γᾶς πόσιν ἐν θαλάμοις, §855ὃν ἀστέρων τέθριππος ἔλα- §856βε χρύσεος ὄχος ἀναρπάσας, §857ἐλπίδα γᾷ πατρίᾳ μεγάλαν·
The reproach of Zeus, therefore, will no longer speak of; the friendly light white-winged Day to mortals this land with destructive eye, the ruin of the citadel, she held in her chambers a child-begetting of this land, the golden chariot of four horses of the stars up and carried away, great hope for his native land.
τὰ θεῶν δὲ §858φίλτρα φροῦδα Τροίᾳ.
But the love of the gods Troy is gone.
: O beautiful-beaming light of this sun, which I shall lay my hands upon my wife Helen!
ὁ γὰρ δὴ πολλὰ μοχθήσας ἐγὼ §863Μενέλαός εἰμι καὶ στράτευμʼ Ἀχαιϊκόν.
For I am Menelaus, have toiled much, and so is the Achaean army.
§864ἦλθον δὲ Τροίαν οὐχ ὅσον δοκοῦσί με §865γυναικὸς οὕνεκʼ, ἀλλʼ ἐπʼ ἄνδρʼ ὃς ἐξ ἐμῶν §866δόμων δάμαρτα ξεναπάτης ἐλῄσατο.
came to Troy not so much, as they think, the sake of a woman, but to march against the man who, his host, plundered my wife from my home.
, then, with the help of the gods, has paid the penalty, himself and his land which has fallen by the Greek spear.
§869ἥκω δὲ τὴν τάλαιναν — οὐ γὰρ ἡδέως §870ὄνομα δάμαρτος ἥ ποτʼ ἦν ἐμὴ λέγω — §871ἄξων· δόμοις γὰρ τοῖσδʼ ἐν αἰχμαλωτικοῖς §872κατηρίθμηται Τρῳάδων ἄλλων μέτα.
I have come to lead away the wretched woman — for I do not speak the name of her who was once my wife —; she is numbered among the other Trojan women in these captive
§873οἵπερ γὰρ αὐτὴν ἐξεμόχθησαν δορί,
those who won her with the toil of the spear...