§14.447οὖτα κατὰ λαπάρην· ὃ δʼ ἀνετράπετʼ, ἀμφὶ δʼ ἄρʼ αὐτῷ §14.448Τρῶες καὶ Δαναοὶ σύναγον κρατερὴν ὑσμίνην.
wounded him in the flank; and he fell backward, and about him Trojans and Danaans joined in fierce conflict.
§14.449τῷ δʼ ἐπὶ Πουλυδάμας ἐγχέσπαλος ἦλθεν ἀμύντωρ §14.450Πανθοΐδης, βάλε δὲ Προθοήνορα δεξιὸν ὦμον §14.451υἱὸν Ἀρηϊλύκοιο, διʼ ὤμου δʼ ὄβριμον ἔγχος §14.452ἔσχεν, ὃ δʼ ἐν κονίῃσι πεσὼν ἕλε γαῖαν ἀγοστῷ.
Then over him came Polydamas, brandishing his spear, to defend him, the son of Panthous, and he struck Prothoenor on the right shoulder, the son of Areilycus, and through his shoulder the mighty spear held its way; and falling in the dust he clutched the ground with his palm.
§14.453Πουλυδάμας δʼ ἔκπαγλον ἐπεύξατο μακρὸν ἀΰσας· §14.454οὐ μὰν αὖτʼ ὀΐω μεγαθύμου Πανθοΐδαο §14.455χειρὸς ἄπο στιβαρῆς ἅλιον πηδῆσαι ἄκοντα, §14.456ἀλλά τις Ἀργείων κόμισε χροΐ, καί μιν ὀΐω §14.457αὐτῷ σκηπτόμενον κατίμεν δόμον Ἄϊδος εἴσω. §14.458ὣς ἔφατʼ, Ἀργείοισι δʼ ἄχος γένετʼ εὐξαμένοιο· §14.459Αἴαντι δὲ μάλιστα δαΐφρονι θυμὸν ὄρινε §14.460τῷ Τελαμωνιάδῃ· τοῦ γὰρ πέσεν ἄγχι μάλιστα.
And Polydamas boasted over him terribly, crying aloud: "I do not think indeed that from the stout hand of the great-hearted son of Panthous the spear has leapt in vain, but some one of the Argives has welcomed it in his flesh, and I think that leaning upon it as a staff he will go down into the house of Hades." So he spoke, and grief came upon the Argives at his boasting; and most of all did he stir the soul of war-minded Ajax, the son of Telamon; for the man had fallen closest to him.
§14.461καρπαλίμως δʼ ἀπιόντος ἀκόντισε δουρὶ φαεινῷ.
And swiftly he cast with his bright spear at Polydamas as he was drawing back.
§14.462Πουλυδάμας δʼ αὐτὸς μὲν ἀλεύατο κῆρα μέλαιναν §14.463λικριφὶς ἀΐξας, κόμισεν δʼ Ἀντήνορος υἱὸς §14.464Ἀρχέλοχος· τῷ γάρ ῥα θεοὶ βούλευσαν ὄλεθρον.
Polydamas himself indeed avoided black fate, springing aside; but Archelochus, son of Antenor, received the blow; for to him did the gods design destruction.
§14.465τόν ῥʼ ἔβαλεν κεφαλῆς τε καὶ αὐχένος ἐν συνεοχμῷ, §14.466νείατον ἀστράγαλον, ἀπὸ δʼ ἄμφω κέρσε τένοντε· §14.467τοῦ δὲ πολὺ προτέρη κεφαλὴ στόμα τε ῥῖνές τε §14.468οὔδεϊ πλῆντʼ ἤ περ κνῆμαι καὶ γοῦνα πεσόντος.
Him he struck at the joining of the head and neck, on the topmost joint of the spine, and sheared off both the tendons; and his head and mouth and nose met the ground far sooner than the shins and knees of him as he fell.
§14.469Αἴας δʼ αὖτʼ ἐγέγωνεν ἀμύμονι Πουλυδάμαντι· §14.470φράζεο Πουλυδάμα καί μοι νημερτὲς ἐνίσπες §14.471ἦ ῥʼ οὐχ οὗτος ἀνὴρ Προθοήνορος ἀντὶ πεφάσθαι §14.472ἄξιος;
Then Ajax in turn shouted to peerless Polydamas: "Reflect, Polydamas, and tell me the very truth: is not this man worthy to be slain in place of Prothoenor?
οὐ μέν μοι κακὸς εἴδεται οὐδὲ κακῶν ἔξ, §14.473ἀλλὰ κασίγνητος Ἀντήνορος ἱπποδάμοιο §14.474ἢ πάϊς· αὐτῷ γὰρ γενεὴν ἄγχιστα ἐῴκει. §14.475ἦ ῥʼ εὖ γιγνώσκων, Τρῶας δʼ ἄχος ἔλλαβε θυμόν.
He seems to me no coward, nor of coward birth, but a brother of horse-taming Antenor, or his son; for he is most like him in breed." So he spoke, knowing it well, and grief seized the hearts of the Trojans.
§14.476ἔνθʼ Ἀκάμας Πρόμαχον Βοιώτιον οὔτασε δουρὶ §14.477ἀμφὶ κασιγνήτῳ βεβαώς· ὃ δʼ ὕφελκε ποδοῖιν.
Then Acamas wounded Promachus the Boeotian with his spear, bestriding his brother; and Promachus was dragging him away by the feet.
§14.478τῷ δʼ Ἀκάμας ἔκπαγλον ἐπεύξατο μακρὸν ἀΰσας· §14.479Ἀργεῖοι ἰόμωροι ἀπειλάων ἀκόρητοι §14.480οὔ θην οἴοισίν γε πόνος τʼ ἔσεται καὶ ὀϊζὺς §14.481ἡμῖν, ἀλλά ποθʼ ὧδε κατακτενέεσθε καὶ ὔμμες.
And Acamas boasted over him terribly, crying aloud: "Argives, babblers with the bow, insatiate of threats, assuredly not for us alone shall there be toil and woe, but even so shall you too be slain.
§14.482φράζεσθʼ ὡς ὑμῖν Πρόμαχος δεδμημένος εὕδει §14.483ἔγχει ἐμῷ, ἵνα μή τι κασιγνήτοιό γε ποινὴ §14.484δηρὸν ἄτιτος ἔῃ· τὼ καί κέ τις εὔχεται ἀνὴρ §14.485γνωτὸν ἐνὶ μεγάροισιν ἀρῆς ἀλκτῆρα λιπέσθαι. §14.486ὣς ἔφατʼ, Ἀργείοισι δʼ ἄχος γένετʼ εὐξαμένοιο·
Mark how your Promachus sleeps, subdued by my spear, so that the blood-price of my brother may not long remain unpaid; therefore does a man pray that a kinsman be left in his halls to be an averter of ruin." So he spoke, and grief came upon the Argives at his boasting; and most of all did he stir the soul of war-minded Peneleos.
§14.487Πηνέλεῳ δὲ μάλιστα δαΐφρονι θυμὸν ὄρινεν· §14.488ὁρμήθη δʼ Ἀκάμαντος· ὃ δʼ οὐχ ὑπέμεινεν ἐρωὴν §14.489Πηνελέωο ἄνακτος· ὃ δʼ οὔτασεν Ἰλιονῆα §14.490υἱὸν Φόρβαντος πολυμήλου, τόν ῥα μάλιστα §14.491Ἑρμείας Τρώων ἐφίλει καὶ κτῆσιν ὄπασσε· §14.492τῷ δʼ ἄρʼ ὑπὸ μήτηρ μοῦνον τέκεν Ἰλιονῆα.
He rushed upon Acamas; but Acamas did not abide the charge of lord Peneleos; and Peneleos wounded Ilioneus, the son of Phorbas, rich in flocks, whom of all Trojans Hermes loved most and gave him wealth; and to him his mother bore Ilioneus alone.
§14.493τὸν τόθʼ ὑπʼ ὀφρύος οὖτα κατʼ ὀφθαλμοῖο θέμεθλα, §14.494ἐκ δʼ ὦσε γλήνην· δόρυ δʼ ὀφθαλμοῖο διὰ πρὸ §14.495καὶ διὰ ἰνίου ἦλθεν, ὃ δʼ ἕζετο χεῖρε πετάσσας §14.496ἄμφω· Πηνέλεως δὲ ἐρυσσάμενος ξίφος ὀξὺ §14.497αὐχένα μέσσον ἔλασσεν, ἀπήραξεν δὲ χαμᾶζε §14.498αὐτῇ σὺν πήληκι κάρη· ἔτι δʼ ὄβριμον ἔγχος §14.499ἦεν ἐν ὀφθαλμῷ· ὃ δὲ φὴ κώδειαν ἀνασχὼν §14.500πέφραδέ τε Τρώεσσι καὶ εὐχόμενος ἔπος ηὔδα· §14.501εἰπέμεναί μοι Τρῶες ἀγαυοῦ Ἰλιονῆος §14.502πατρὶ φίλῳ καὶ μητρὶ γοήμεναι ἐν μεγάροισιν· §14.503οὐδὲ γὰρ ἣ Προμάχοιο δάμαρ Ἀλεγηνορίδαο §14.504ἀνδρὶ φίλῳ ἐλθόντι γανύσσεται, ὁππότε κεν δὴ §14.505ἐκ Τροίης σὺν νηυσὶ νεώμεθα κοῦροι Ἀχαιῶν. §14.506ὣς φάτο, τοὺς δʼ ἄρα πάντας ὑπὸ τρόμος ἔλλαβε γυῖα, §14.507πάπτηνεν δὲ ἕκαστος ὅπῃ φύγοι αἰπὺν ὄλεθρον.
Him did Peneleos wound beneath the brow at the roots of the eye, and thrust out the eyeball; and the spear went right through the eye and through the nape of the neck, and he sat down stretching out both his hands; but Peneleos drawing his sharp sword struck him full upon the neck, and smote off to the ground his head with the helmet; and still the heavy spear was in his eye; and holding it up like a poppy-head he showed it to the Trojans, and spoke a word of boasting: "Tell for me, ye Trojans, to the dear father and mother of illustrious Ilioneus to make wailing in their halls; for neither shall the wife of Promachus, son of Alegener, rejoice in her dear husband when he returns, when we, the youths of the Achaeans, return from Troy with our ships." So he spoke, and trembling seized the limbs of them all, and each man looked about to see where he might escape sheer destruction.
§14.508ἔσπετε νῦν μοι Μοῦσαι Ὀλύμπια δώματʼ ἔχουσαι §14.509ὅς τις δὴ πρῶτος βροτόεντʼ ἀνδράγριʼ Ἀχαιῶν §14.510ἤρατʼ, ἐπεί ῥʼ ἔκλινε μάχην κλυτὸς ἐννοσίγαιος.
Tell me now, ye Muses that have dwellings on Olympus, who was the first of the Achaeans to win bloody spoils of war, when once the famous Shaker of the Earth had turned the battle.
§14.511Αἴας ῥα πρῶτος Τελαμώνιος Ὕρτιον οὖτα §14.512Γυρτιάδην Μυσῶν ἡγήτορα καρτεροθύμων· §14.513Φάλκην δʼ Ἀντίλοχος καὶ Μέρμερον ἐξενάριξε· §14.514Μηριόνης δὲ Μόρυν τε καὶ Ἱπποτίωνα κατέκτα, §14.515Τεῦκρος δὲ Προθόωνά τʼ ἐνήρατο καὶ Περιφήτην· §14.516Ἀτρεΐδης δʼ ἄρʼ ἔπειθʼ Ὑπερήνορα ποιμένα λαῶν §14.517οὖτα κατὰ λαπάρην, διὰ δʼ ἔντερα χαλκὸς ἄφυσσε §14.518δῃώσας· ψυχὴ δὲ κατʼ οὐταμένην ὠτειλὴν §14.519ἔσσυτʼ ἐπειγομένη, τὸν δὲ σκότος ὄσσε κάλυψε.
Ajax, son of Telamon, was the first to wound Hyrtius, the son of Gyrtias, leader of the strong-hearted Mysians; and Antilochus spoiled Phalces and Mermerus; and Meriones slew Morys and Hippotion; and Teucer slew Prothoon and Periphetes; and thereafter the son of Atreus wounded Hyperenor, shepherd of the host, in the flank, and the bronze shore through his bowels, making a gash; and his soul through the wounded gash hastened away in eagerness, and darkness covered his eyes.