§820ἰὼ ἰώ,
Ah, ah!
§821μετὰ σέ, ναί, μετὰ σέ, ὦ πολίοχον κράτος, §822τότʼ ἄρʼ ἔμολον, ὅτε σοι §824ἄγγελος ἦλθον ἀμφὶ ναῦς πύρʼ αἴθειν· §825ἐπεὶ ἄγρυπνον ὄμμʼ ἐν εὐφρόνῃ §826οὔτʼ ἐκοίμισʼ οὔτʼ ἔβριξʼ, §827οὐ τὰς Σιμοεντιάδας πηγάς·
Following you, yes, following you, O guardian power of the city, at that very time I came, to you as a messenger I went to tell you to burn fires around the ships; since during the night, neither sleeping nor slumbering, I kept my eyes awake, by the springs of Simois.
O king, do not place your anger upon me; for guiltless am I indeed of all.
And if in time you learn that I did or said anything out of season, send me beneath the earth alive; I do not beg off.
Why do you threaten these men, and being yourself a barbarian, do you try to steal my mind, a fellow barbarian's, weaving words?
§835σὺ ταῦτʼ ἔδρασας· οὐδένʼ ἂν δεξαίμεθα §836οὔθʼ οἱ θανόντες οὔτʼ ἂν οἱ τετρωμένοι §837ἄλλον· μακροῦ γε δεῖ σε καὶ σοφοῦ λόγου, §838ὅτῳ με πείσεις μὴ φίλους κατακτανεῖν, §839ἵππων ἐρασθείς, ὧν ἕκατι συμμάχους §840τοὺς σοὺς φονεύεις, πόλλʼ ἐπισκήπτων μολεῖν.
You did these things; we would accept no other either among the dead or among the wounded as the doer; indeed you need a long and clever speech to persuade me that you did not kill your friends, being in love with the horses, for whose sake you slaughter your allies, having repeatedly urged them to come.
They came, and they are dead; Paris more decorously outraged guest-friendship than you did, killing your allies.
§843μὴ γάρ τι λέξῃς ὥς τις Ἀργείων μολὼν §844διώλεσʼ ἡμᾶς· τίς δʼ ὑπερβαλὼν λόχους §845Τρώων ἐφʼ ἡμᾶς ἦλθεν, ὥστε καὶ λαθεῖν;
For do not say that some of the Argives came and destroyed us; who could have passed the ranks of the Trojans and come upon us, so as even to escape notice?
§846σὺ πρόσθεν ἡμῶν ἧσο καὶ Φρυγῶν στρατός.
You and the army of the Phrygians were stationed in front of us.
Who then of your allies has been wounded, who has died, when the enemies came, whom you speak of?
But we have been grievously wounded, and those who suffered more severely do not see the light of the sun.
§851ἁπλῶς δʼ Ἀχαιῶν οὐδένʼ αἰτιώμεθα.
In short, we blame none of the Achaians.
§852τίς δʼ ἂν χαμεύνας πολεμίων κατʼ εὐφρόνην §853Ῥήσου μολὼν ἐξηῦρεν, εἰ μή τις θεῶν §854ἔφραζε τοῖς κτανοῦσιν;
And who of the enemies could have found by night the bed of Rhesus, unless some of the gods told the killers?
οὐδʼ ἀφιγμένον §855τὸ πάμπαν ᾖσαν· ἀλλὰ μηχανᾷ τάδε.
They did not even know of his arrival at all; but you devised these things.
§856χρόνον μὲν ἤδη συμμάχοισι χρώμεθα §857ὅσονπερ ἐν γῇ τῇδʼ Ἀχαιικὸς λεώς, §858κοὐδὲν πρὸς αὐτῶν οἶδα πλημμελὲς κλύων· §859ἐν σοὶ δʼ ἂν ἀρχοίμεσθα.
Already for as long a time we have been allies as the Achaian host has been in this land, and I know of nothing wrong heard from them; but under you we have begun to perish.
μή μʼ ἔρως ἕλοι §860τοιοῦτος ἵππων ὥστʼ ἀποκτείνειν φίλους.
May no such love of horses seize me as to kill friends.
And these things Odysseus did; for who else would ever have done or plotted them among the Argive men?
§863δέδοικα δʼ αὐτὸν καί τί μου θράσσει φρένας, §864μὴ καὶ Δόλωνα συντυχὼν κατακτάνῃ· §865χρόνον γὰρ ἤδη φροῦδος ὢν οὐ φαίνεται.
But I fear him and something troubles my mind, lest having met Dolon he has also killed him; for already having gone, he does not appear.
I do not know your Odysseuses whom you speak of; we have been struck by none of our enemies.
§868σὺ δʼ οὖν νόμιζε ταῦτʼ, ἐπείπερ σοι δοκεῖ.
Well, believe these things, since it seems good to you.
§869ὦ γαῖα πατρίς, πῶς ἂν ἐνθάνοιμί σοι;
O fatherland, how I wish I could die in you!
§870μὴ θνῇσχʼ· ἅλις γὰρ τῶν τεθνηκότων ὄχλος.
Do not die; for the crowd of the dead is enough.
§871ποῖ δὴ τράπωμαι δεσποτῶν μονούμενος;
Whither indeed shall I turn, being bereaved of my masters?
§872οἶκός σε κεύθων οὑμὸς ἐξιάσεται.
My house sheltering you shall heal you.
§873καὶ πῶς με κηδεύσουσιν αὐθεντῶν χέρες;
And how shall the hands of murderers care for me?
§874ὅδʼ αὖ τὸν αὐτὸν μῦθον οὐ λήξει λέγων.
This man again will not cease speaking the same word.
§875ὄλοιθʼ ὁ δράσας.
May the doer perish!
οὐ γὰρ ἐς σὲ τείνεται §876γλῶσσʼ, ὡς σὺ κομπεῖς· ἡ Δίκη δʼ ἐπίσταται.
For my tongue is not stretched against you, as you boast; but Justice knows.
§877λάζυσθʼ· ἄγοντες δʼ αὐτὸν ἐς δόμους ἐμούς, §878οὕτως ὅπως ἂν μὴ ʼγκαλῇ πορσύνετε· §879ὑμᾶς δʼ ἰόντας τοῖσιν ἐν τείχει χρεὼν §880Πριάμῳ τε καὶ γέρουσι σημῆναι νεκροὺς §881θάπτειν κελεύθου λεωφόρου πρὸς ἐκτροπάς.
Take him; and leading him to my house, care for him in such a way that he may not complain; and you, going to those on the wall, must signal to Priam and the elders to bury the dead near the turnings of the highway.
What on earth is leading Troy back from its great good fortune again into grief, another god, what is he planting?
§885ἔα ἔα.
Ah, ah!
What god above our heads, O king, sends the newly slain corpse in hands, carried along?
§889ταρβῶ, λεύσσων τόδε, πῆμα.
I am terrified, looking upon this, a misfortune.
§890ὁρᾶν πάρεστι, Τρῶες· ἡ γὰρ ἐν σοφοῖς §891τιμὰς ἔχουσα Μοῦσα συγγόνων μία §892πάρειμι, παῖδα τόνδʼ ὁρῶσʼ οἰκτρῶς φίλον §893θανόνθʼ ὑπʼ ἐχθρῶν· ὅν ποθʼ ὁ κτείνας χρόνῳ §894δόλιος Ὀδυσσεὺς ἀξίαν τείσει δίκην.
It is open to see, Trojans; for I, one of the sisterhood of Muse who holds honors among the wise, am present, seeing this dear child miserably dead by enemies; whom the one who killed, cunning Odysseus, in time shall pay worthy penalty.
§895ἰαλέμῳ αὐθιγενεῖ, §896τέκνον, σʼ ὀλοφύρομαι, ὦ §897ματρὸς ἄλγος, οἵαν §898ἔκελσας ὁδὸν ποτὶ Τροίαν· §899ἦ δυσδαίμονα καὶ μελέαν, §900ἀπομεμφομένας ἐμοῦ πορευθείς, §901ἀπὸ δʼ ἀντομένου πατρὸς βιαίως.
With a native dirge, my child, I lament you, O grief of your mother, what a path you steered towards Troy; indeed ill-fated and wretched, having journeyed though I opposed, and against your pleading father violently.
Ah me for you, O dear, dear head, my child, ah me.
As much as is fitting for one who has no share in your race, in grief I pity your son.