"A man who is mortal, long ago doomed by fate, do you wish to release him again from ill-boding death?
§16.443ἔρδʼ· ἀτὰρ οὔ τοι πάντες ἐπαινέομεν θεοὶ ἄλλοι.
Do so; but we other gods do not all approve of you.
§16.444ἄλλο δέ τοι ἐρέω, σὺ δʼ ἐνὶ φρεσὶ βάλλεο σῇσιν· §16.445αἴ κε ζὼν πέμψῃς Σαρπηδόνα ὃν δὲ δόμον δέ, §16.446φράζεο μή τις ἔπειτα θεῶν ἐθέλῃσι καὶ ἄλλος §16.447πέμπειν ὃν φίλον υἱὸν ἀπὸ κρατερῆς ὑσμίνης· §16.448πολλοὶ γὰρ περὶ ἄστυ μέγα Πριάμοιο μάχονται §16.449υἱέες ἀθανάτων, τοῖσιν κότον αἰνὸν ἐνήσεις.
And another thing I will tell you, and do you lay it to your heart: if you send Sarpedon living to his own home, consider lest some other of the gods should also wish to send his own dear son away from the fierce battle; for many sons of the immortals are fighting around the great city of Priam, and among them you will arouse fierce anger.
§16.450ἀλλʼ εἴ τοι φίλος ἐστί, τεὸν δʼ ὀλοφύρεται ἦτορ, §16.451ἤτοι μέν μιν ἔασον ἐνὶ κρατερῇ ὑσμίνῃ §16.452χέρσʼ ὕπο Πατρόκλοιο Μενοιτιάδαο δαμῆναι· §16.453αὐτὰρ ἐπὴν δὴ τόν γε λίπῃ ψυχή τε καὶ αἰών, §16.454πέμπειν μιν θάνατόν τε φέρειν καὶ νήδυμον ὕπνον §16.455εἰς ὅ κε δὴ Λυκίης εὐρείης δῆμον ἵκωνται, §16.456ἔνθά ἑ ταρχύσουσι κασίγνητοί τε ἔται τε §16.457τύμβῳ τε στήλῃ τε· τὸ γὰρ γέρας ἐστὶ θανόντων. §16.458ὣς ἔφατʼ, οὐδʼ ἀπίθησε πατὴρ ἀνδρῶν τε θεῶν τε· §16.459αἱματοέσσας δὲ ψιάδας κατέχευεν ἔραζε §16.460παῖδα φίλον τιμῶν, τόν οἱ Πάτροκλος ἔμελλε §16.461φθίσειν ἐν Τροίῃ ἐριβώλακι τηλόθι πάτρης.
But if he is dear to you, and your heart pities him, indeed let him be vanquished in the fierce battle under the hands of Patroclus, son of Menoetius; but when his soul and life have left him, send Death and sweet Sleep to carry him, until they come to the land of wide Lycia, where his brothers and kinsmen will bury him with a mound and a pillar; for this is the privilege of the dead." So she spoke, and the father of men and gods did not disobey; and he poured down bloody drops to the earth, honoring his dear son, whom Patroclus was about to destroy in fertile Troy, far from his native land.
§16.462οἳ δʼ ὅτε δὴ σχεδὸν ἦσαν ἐπʼ ἀλλήλοισιν ἰόντες, §16.463ἔνθʼ ἤτοι Πάτροκλος ἀγακλειτὸν Θρασύμηλον, §16.464ὅς ῥʼ ἠῢς θεράπων Σαρπηδόνος ἦεν ἄνακτος, §16.465τὸν βάλε νείαιραν κατὰ γαστέρα, λῦσε δὲ γυῖα.
But when they were near, coming against each other, there indeed Patroclus struck illustrious Thrasymelus, who was the noble squire of Sarpedon the king, on the lower belly, and loosed his limbs.
§16.466Σαρπηδὼν δʼ αὐτοῦ μὲν ἀπήμβροτε δουρὶ φαεινῷ §16.467δεύτερον ὁρμηθείς, ὃ δὲ Πήδασον οὔτασεν ἵππον §16.468ἔγχεϊ δεξιὸν ὦμον· ὃ δʼ ἔβραχε θυμὸν ἀΐσθων, §16.469κὰδ δʼ ἔπεσʼ ἐν κονίῃσι μακών, ἀπὸ δʼ ἔπτατο θυμός.
And Sarpedon missed him with his shining spear in his second rush, but wounded the horse Pedasus with his spear on the right shoulder; and the horse screamed, gasping out his life, and fell down moaning in the dust, and his spirit flew away.
§16.470τὼ δὲ διαστήτην, κρίκε δὲ ζυγόν, ἡνία δέ σφι §16.471σύγχυτʼ, ἐπεὶ δὴ κεῖτο παρήορος ἐν κονίῃσι.
And the two horses reared apart, and the yoke creaked, and the reins were entangled, since the trace-horse lay dead in the dust.
§16.472τοῖο μὲν Αὐτομέδων δουρικλυτὸς εὕρετο τέκμωρ· §16.473σπασσάμενος τανύηκες ἄορ παχέος παρὰ μηροῦ §16.474ἀΐξας ἀπέκοψε παρήορον οὐδʼ ἐμάτησε· §16.475τὼ δʼ ἰθυνθήτην, ἐν δὲ ῥυτῆρσι τάνυσθεν· §16.476τὼ δʼ αὖτις συνίτην ἔριδος πέρι θυμοβόροιο.
Of this, spear-famed Automedon found a remedy; drawing his long-edged sword from beside his stout thigh, he leaped forward and cut away the trace-horse, and did not dally; and the two horses were straightened, and strained at the reins; and the two men came together again for soul-devouring strife.
§16.477ἔνθʼ αὖ Σαρπηδὼν μὲν ἀπήμβροτε δουρὶ φαεινῷ, §16.478Πατρόκλου δʼ ὑπὲρ ὦμον ἀριστερὸν ἤλυθʼ ἀκωκὴ §16.479ἔγχεος, οὐδʼ ἔβαλʼ αὐτόν· ὃ δʼ ὕστερος ὄρνυτο χαλκῷ §16.480Πάτροκλος· τοῦ δʼ οὐχ ἅλιον βέλος ἔκφυγε χειρός, §16.481ἀλλʼ ἔβαλʼ ἔνθʼ ἄρα τε φρένες ἔρχαται ἀμφʼ ἁδινὸν κῆρ.
There Sarpedon missed again with his shining spear, and the point of the spear went over the left shoulder of Patroclus, and did not strike him; but Patroclus rushed next with his bronze weapon; and the weapon did not fly in vain from his hand, but struck where the midriff encloses the beating heart.
§16.482ἤριπε δʼ ὡς ὅτε τις δρῦς ἤριπεν ἢ ἀχερωῒς §16.483ἠὲ πίτυς βλωθρή, τήν τʼ οὔρεσι τέκτονες ἄνδρες §16.484ἐξέταμον πελέκεσσι νεήκεσι νήϊον εἶναι· §16.485ὣς ὃ πρόσθʼ ἵππων καὶ δίφρου κεῖτο τανυσθεὶς §16.486βεβρυχὼς κόνιος δεδραγμένος αἱματοέσσης.
And he fell as an oak falls, or a poplar, or a tall pine, which in the mountains builders cut down with newly sharpened axes to be a ship's timber; so he lay stretched out before his horses and chariot, groaning and clutching the bloody dust.
§16.487ἠΰτε ταῦρον ἔπεφνε λέων ἀγέληφι μετελθὼν §16.488αἴθωνα μεγάθυμον ἐν εἰλιπόδεσσι βόεσσι, §16.489ὤλετό τε στενάχων ὑπὸ γαμφηλῇσι λέοντος, §16.490ὣς ὑπὸ Πατρόκλῳ Λυκίων ἀγὸς ἀσπιστάων §16.491κτεινόμενος μενέαινε, φίλον δʼ ὀνόμηνεν ἑταῖρον· §16.492Γλαῦκε πέπον πολεμιστὰ μετʼ ἀνδράσι νῦν σε μάλα χρὴ §16.493αἰχμητήν τʼ ἔμεναι καὶ θαρσαλέον πολεμιστήν· §16.494νῦν τοι ἐελδέσθω πόλεμος κακός, εἰ θοός ἐσσι.
As a lion coming among a herd slays a bull, spirited and high-minded among the shambling cattle, and it perishes groaning under the jaws of the lion, so under Patroclus the leader of the Lycian shield-bearers struggled as he was slain, and called his dear companion by name: "Glaucus, dear friend, warrior among men, now indeed you must be a spearman and a bold warrior; now let evil war be your desire, if you are swift.
§16.495πρῶτα μὲν ὄτρυνον Λυκίων ἡγήτορας ἄνδρας §16.496πάντῃ ἐποιχόμενος Σαρπηδόνος ἀμφιμάχεσθαι· §16.497αὐτὰρ ἔπειτα καὶ αὐτὸς ἐμεῦ πέρι μάρναο χαλκῷ.
First go about everywhere and urge the leaders of the Lycians to fight for Sarpedon; and thereafter do you also yourself fight for me with the bronze.
§16.498σοὶ γὰρ ἐγὼ καὶ ἔπειτα κατηφείη καὶ ὄνειδος §16.499ἔσσομαι ἤματα πάντα διαμπερές, εἴ κέ μʼ Ἀχαιοὶ §16.500τεύχεα συλήσωσι νεῶν ἐν ἀγῶνι πεσόντα.
For to you I shall be a shame and a reproach through all days continually, if the Achaeans strip me of my armor, fallen as I am in the gathering of the ships.
§16.501ἀλλʼ ἔχεο κρατερῶς, ὄτρυνε δὲ λαὸν ἅπαντα. §16.502ὣς ἄρα μιν εἰπόντα τέλος θανάτοιο κάλυψεν §16.503ὀφθαλμοὺς ῥῖνάς θʼ· ὃ δὲ λὰξ ἐν στήθεσι βαίνων §16.504ἐκ χροὸς ἕλκε δόρυ, προτὶ δὲ φρένες αὐτῷ ἕποντο· §16.505τοῖο δʼ ἅμα ψυχήν τε καὶ ἔγχεος ἐξέρυσʼ αἰχμήν.
But hold on stoutly, and urge on all the host." As he thus spoke, the end of death covered his eyes and nostrils; and Patroclus, stepping with his heel upon his breast, drew the spear out of the flesh, and the midriff followed with it; and he drew out together the soul and the point of the spear.
§16.506Μυρμιδόνες δʼ αὐτοῦ σχέθον ἵππους φυσιόωντας §16.507ἱεμένους φοβέεσθαι, ἐπεὶ λίπον ἅρματʼ ἀνάκτων.
And the Myrmidons held there the panting horses, eager to flee, since they had left the chariots of their masters.
§16.508Γλαύκῳ δʼ αἰνὸν ἄχος γένετο φθογγῆς ἀΐοντι· §16.509ὠρίνθη δέ οἱ ἦτορ ὅ τʼ οὐ δύνατο προσαμῦναι.
And a dreadful grief came upon Glaucus as he heard his voice; and his heart was stirred because he could not aid him.
§16.510χειρὶ δʼ ἑλὼν ἐπίεζε βραχίονα· τεῖρε γὰρ αὐτὸν
And he took his arm in his hand and pressed it, for it pained him...