Translation by Ian Johnston
The Death of Hector
[The Trojans retreat into the city; Apollo reveals his deception to Achilles; Hector remains outside the gates; Priam and Hecuba appeal to Hector to come inside the walls; Hector debates what to do, then panics and runs away; Achilles chases Hector around Troy; the gods look on; Zeus holds up his golden scales; Athena intervenes to advise Achilles; Athena takes on the form of Deïphobus to get Hector to fight Achilles; Hector and Achilles fight; Hector is killed; the Achaeans mutilate Hector and Achilles dishonors the corpse; Priam and Hecuba see the corpse of Hector being dragged past the city; Andromache reacts to the sight of her dead husband]
At this point, the Trojans, having fled like deer,
spread out through the city, resting by its well-made walls,
drying their sweat and taking drink to slake their thirst.
Meanwhile, Achaeans were moving to the walls,
their shields held up against their shoulders. But Hector
was forced by deadly fate to stay right where he stood
in front of Ilion, outside the Scaean Gate.
Then Phoebus Apollo spoke out to Achilles:
"Son of Peleus, why are you, a mere human,
running so hard in an attempt to catch me, 10
an immortal god? You're still ignorant,
it seems, of the fact that I'm a god.
You keep coming at me with such anger. 
But what about your battle with those Trojans
you put to flight? They're crowding in the city,
while you chase off in a diversion here.
But you will never kill me. I'm not someone
whose fate it is to die."
in a towering fury, then answered Apollo:
"You've tricked me,
god who shoots from far away, deadliest 20
of all the gods. You've turned me from the wall.
Otherwise, before reaching Ilion,
many men would have sunk their teeth in earth.
You've robbed me of great glory, saving them
with ease, since you don't have to be afraid
of future retribution. I'd make you pay,
if only I were powerful enough." 
With these words, Achilles set off towards the city,
his heart full, charging on like a prize-winning horse
pulling a chariot at full speed across the plain 30
with little effortthat's how fast Achilles ran,
sprinting with his legs and feet.
Meanwhile, old Priam
was the first to catch sight of Achilles, as he dashed
across the plain, blazing like that star which comes
at harvest time its light shines out more brightly
than any of the countless lights in night's dark sky.
People call this star by the name Orion's Dog.
It's the brightest of the stars, but an unwelcome sign, 
for it brings wretched mortals many fevers.
The bronze on Achilles' chest glittered like that star, 40
as he ran forward. With a cry, old Priam
struck his head with his hand, then, reaching up,
with many groans, he called out, pleading with his son,
who was still standing there before the gates,
firmly resolved to fight Achilles. The old man,
hands outstretched, appealed to Hector's sense of pity:
"Hector, my dear son, don't stand out there alone,
facing that man with no one else to help you,
or you will quickly meet your death, slaughtered
by Peleus' son, who's much more powerful. 50 
Don't be obstinate. If only the gods
would love Achilles just as much as I do,
then dogs and vultures would soon gnaw at him
as he lay there. And then my heart might shed
its dreadful sorrow, for he's taken from me
many valiant sons. Some he's butchered.
Others he's sold in islands far away.
Right now, I can't see two of my young sons,
Polydorus and Lycaon, among those
who've gathered with the Trojans in the city, 60
both delivered to me from Laothoe,
queen among women. If they're still alive
in the Achaean camp, we'll ransom them,
with bronze and gold we have stored at home. 
For famous ancient Altes gave many gifts
when he gave me his daughter. But if they're dead
and already in that dwelling place of Hades,
that's a sorrow to my heart, their mother's, too,
their parents. But that's a briefer sorrow
for other people, unless you die as well, 70
killed by Achilles. Come here, my child,
inside the walls, so you can help to save
Trojan men and women. Don't give that man,
that son of Peleus, great glory. He'll take
your own dear life. Have pity on me, too.
Though full of misery, I still can feel.
Father Zeus will kill me with a cruel fate 
on the threshold of old age, once I've seen
so many dreadful thingsmy sons slaughtered,
my daughters hauled away, their houses ransacked, 80
their little children tossed down on the ground
in this murderous war, my daughters-in-law
led off captive in hard Achaean hands.
In the end, I'll be ripped by ravenous dogs,
in front of my own doors when some man strikes me
with his sharp bronze or throws his spear in me,
robbing my limbs of lifethe same dogs I raised,
at home beside my table to guard the doors.
They'll drink my blood, then lie there at the gates, 
their hearts gone mad. When a young man dies in war, 90
lying there murdered by sharp bronze, that's all right.
Though dead, he shows us his nobility.
But when the dogs disfigure shamefully
an old man, chewing his gray head, his beard,
his sexual organs, that's the saddest thing
we wretched mortals see."
As the old man spoke,
his hands tugged his gray hair and pulled it from his head.
But he could not sway Hector's heart. Beside Priam,
Hector's mother wept. Then she undid her robe,
and with her hands pushed out her breasts, shedding tears. 100 
She called out to him with these winged words:
"Hector, my child, respect and pity me.
If I ever gave these breasts to soothe you,
remember that, dear child. Protect yourself
against your enemy inside these walls.
Don't stand out there to face him. Stubborn man,
if he kills you, I'll never lay you out
on your death bed or mourn for you, my child,
my dearest offspringnor will your fair wife.
Far away from us, beside Achaean ships, 110
their swift dogs will eat you."
So these two, both crying, spoke to their dear son, 
pleading incessantly with him. But Hector's heart
would not budge. He stood awaiting huge Achilles,
who was getting closer. Just as a mountain snake
waits for some man right by its lair, after eating
poison herbs so that a savage anger grips him,
as he coils beside his den with a fearful glare
that's how Hector's dauntless heart would not retreat.
But then he leaned his bright shield up against the wall 120
where it jutted out, and, with a groan, spoke up,
addressing his courageous heart:
"What do I do?
If I go through the gates, inside that wall,
Polydamas will be the first to blame me, 
for he told me last night to lead the Trojans
back into the city, when many died,
once godlike Achilles joined the fight.
But I didn't listen. If I'd done so,
things would have been much better. As it is,
my own foolishness has wiped out our army. 130
Trojan men will make me feel ashamed
so will Trojan women in their trailing gowns.
I'm afraid someone inferior to me
may say, 'Hector, trusting his own power,
destroyed his people.' That's what they'll say.
For me it would be a great deal better
to meet Achilles man to man, kill him,
and go home, or get killed before the city, 
dying in glory. But what would happen,
if I set my bossed shield and heavy helmet 140
to one side, leaning my spear against the wall,
and went out to meet noble Achilles,
just as I am, promising that Helen,
along with all the goods shipped here to Troy
by Alexander in his hollow ships,
the origin of our hostilities,
would be given to the sons of Atreus,
to take away with themin addition,
to give the Achaeans an equal share
of all this city holds. Then later on, 150
I'd get the Trojan elders to swear on oath
that not a single thing would be concealed,
that all would be divided equally,
every treasure our lovely city owns. 
But why's my dear heart having this debate?
If I went out to meet him in that way,
he'd show me no respect. He wouldn't pity me.
Once I'd set aside my armour, he'd kill me
on the spot, unarmed, like some woman.
There's no way I can bargain with him now, 160
like a boy and girl chatting by some rock
or oak tree, as they flirt with one another.
No, it's better to clash in battle right away.
We'll see which one wins victory from Zeus." 
That's what Hector thought as he stood there waiting.
But Achilles was coming closer, like Enyalius,
the warrior god of battle with the shining helmet.
On his right shoulder he waved his dreadful spear
made of Pelian ash. The bronze around him glittered
like a blazing fire or rising sun. At that moment, 170
as he watched, Hector began to shake in fear.
His courage gone, he could no longer stand there.
Terrified, he started running, leaving the gate.
Peleus' son went after him, sure of his speed on foot.
Just as a mountain falcon, the fastest creature
of all the ones which fly, swoops down easily
on a trembling pigeon as it darts off in fear, 
the hawk speeding after it with piercing cries,
heart driving it to seize the preyin just that way
Achilles in his fury raced ahead. Hector ran 180
under the walls of Troy, limbs working feverishly.
They ran on past the lookout and the wind-swept fig tree,
some distance from the wall, along the wagon track.
They reached the two fair-flowing well springs,
which feed swirling Scamander's stream. From one of them
hot water flows, and out of it steam rises up,
as if there were a fire burning. From the other, 
cold water comes, as cold as hail or freezing snow
or melting ice, even in summer. By these springs
stood wide tubs for washing, made of beautiful stone, 190
where, in peace time, before Achaea's sons arrived,
Trojan wives and lovely daughters used to wash
their brightly coloured clothing. The men raced past there,
one in full flight, the other one pursuing him.
The man running off in front was a brave warrior,
but the man going after him was greater. They ran fast,
for this was no contest over sacrificial beasts,
the usual prizes for a race. They were competing 
for horse-taming Hector's life. Just as some horses,
sure-footed, prize-winning creatures, make the turn 200
around the post and race quickly as they strive to win
some splendid prizea tripod or a woman
honouring a man that's diedthat's how these two men raced,
going three times round Priam's city on their sprinting feet.
All the gods looked on. Among them the first one to speak
was Zeus, father of the gods and men:
"What a sight!
My eyes can see a fine man being pursued
around the walls. How my heart pities Hector, 
who's often sacrificed to me, burning
many thighs of oxen on the crests 210
of Ida with its many spurs and valleys,
on the city heights, as well. And now,
godlike Achilles is pursuing him
on his quick feet round Priam's city. Come,
you gods, think hard and offer your advice
do we wish to rescue him from death,
or kill him now, for all his bravery,
at the hands of Peleus' son, Achilles?"
goddess with the glittering eyes, replied to Zeus:
"Father, lord of lightning and dark clouds, 220
what are you saying? How can you want
to snatch the man back from his wretched death. 
He's mortalhis fate doomed him long ago.
Well, do as you wish, but we other gods
will not all approve your actions."
Cloud-gatherer Zeus then answered Athena:
"Cheer up, Tritogeneia, my dear child,
I'm not saying how my heart intends to act.
I want to please you. So you can do
whatever your mind prompts. Don't hold back." 230
Athena, who was already eager, was spurred on
by Zeus' words. She rushed down from Olympus' peak.
Swift Achilles was still pressing Hector hard
in that relentless chase. Just as in the mountains
a hound startles from its cover some young deer, 
then goes after it through glens and valley gorges
and even if the fawn evades it for a while,
cowering in some thicket, the dog tracks it down,
always running till he finds itthat's how Hector
could not shake off the swift-footed son of Peleus. 240
Every time he tried to dash for the Dardanian gates
to get underneath the walls, so men on top
could come to his assistance by hurling spears,
Achilles would intercept him and turn him back
towards the plain, always making sure he kept
running a line between Hector and the city.
Like a dream in which a man cannot catch someone
who's running off and the other can't escape, 
just as the first man can't catch upthat's how
Achilles, for all his speed, could not reach Hector, 250
while Hector was unable to evade Achilles.
But how could Hector have escaped death's fatal blow,
if Apollo had not for one last time approached,
to give him strength and make his legs run faster?
Godlike Achilles, with a shake of his head,
prevented his own troops from shooting Hector
with their lethal weapons, in case some other man
hit Hector, robbed him of the glory, and left him
to come too late. But when they ran past those springs
the fourth time, father Zeus raised his golden scales, 260
setting there two fatal lots for death's long sorrow, 
one for Achilles, one for horse-taming Hector.
Seizing it in the middle, Zeus raised his balance.
Hector's fatal day sank, moving down to Hades.
At once Phoebus Apollo abandoned him.
Then Athena, goddess with the glittering eyes,
came to Peleus' son. Standing close to him, she spoke
her words had wings:
beloved of Zeus, now I hope the two of us
will take great glory to Achaean ships, 270
by killing Hector, for all his love of war.
Now he can't escape us any longer,
even though Apollo, the far shooter, 
suffers every torment, as he grovels
before father Zeus, who bears the aegis.
Stay still now. Catch your breath. I'll go to Hector
and convince him to turn and stand against you."
Once Athena had said this, Achilles obeyed,
rejoicing in his heart, as he stood there, leaning
on his bronze-tipped ash spear. Athena left him. 280
She came to Hector in the form of Deïphobus,
with his tireless voice and shape. Standing beside him,
she spoke these winged words:
swift Achilles is really harassing you,
with his fast running around Priam's city 
in this pursuit. Come, we'll both stand here,
stay put, and beat off his attack."
Then Hector of the shining helmet answered her:
"Deïphobus, in the past you've always been
the brother I loved the most by far 290
of children born to Hecuba and Priam.
I think I now respect you even more,
since you've dared to come outside the wall,
to help me, when you saw me in distress,
while others all remained inside."
Goddess Athena with her glittering eyes replied:
"Dear brother, my father, my noble mother,
and my comrades begged me repeatedly 
to stay there. They all so fear Achilles.
But here inside me my heart felt the pain 300
of bitter anguish. Now, let's go straight for him.
Let's fight and not hold back our spears,
so we can see if Achilles kills us both,
then takes the bloodstained trophies to the ships,
or whether you'll destroy him on your spear."
With these words, Athena seduced him forward.
When they'd approached each other, at close quarters,
great Hector of the shining helmet spoke out first:
"I'll no longer try to run away from you, 
son of Peleus, as I did before, going 310
three times in flight around Priam's great city.
I lacked the courage then to fight with you,
as you attacked. But my heart prompts me now
to stand against you face to face once more,
whether I kill you, or you kill me.
So come here. Let's call on gods to witness,
for they're the best ones to observe our pact,
to supervise what we two agree on.
If Zeus grants me the strength to take your life,
I'll not abuse your corpse in any way. 320
I'll strip your celebrated armour off,
Achilles, then give the body back again
to the Achaeans. And you'll do the same."
Swift-footed Achilles, with a scowl, replied: 
"Hector, don't talk to me of our agreements.
That's idiotic, like a faithful promise
between men and lions. Wolves and lambs
don't share a common heartthey always sense
a mutual hatred for each other.
In just that way, it's not possible for us, 330
for you and me, to be friends, or, indeed,
for there to be sworn oaths between us,
till one or other of us falls, glutting Ares,
warrior with the bull's hide shield, on blood.
You'd best remember all your fighting skills.
Now you must declare yourself a spearman,
a fearless warrior. You've got no escape. 
Pallas Athena will soon destroy you
on my spear. Right now you'll pay me back,
the full price of those sorrows I went through 340
when you slaughtered my companions."
With these words, he hefted his long-shadowed spear,
then hurled it. However, anticipating the throw,
splendid Hector saw it coming and evaded it
by crouching down, so the bronze spear flew over him,
then struck the ground. But Pallas Athena grabbed it
and returned it to Achilles, without Hector,
that shepherd of his people, seeing what she'd done.
Hector then called out to Peleus' noble son:
"You missed, godlike Achilles. So it seems 350
you learned nothing from Zeus about my death, 
although you said you had. That was just talk.
You were telling lies to make me fear you,
so I might forget my strength and courage.
Well, with your spear you won't be striking me
in my back as I run away in fear.
You'll have to drive it through my charging chest,
as I come right at you, if a god permits.
Now, see if you can cope with my bronze point.
I hope you get this whole spear in your flesh. 360
This war would then be easier on the Trojans
with you dead, for you're their greatest danger."
With these words, Hector balanced his long-shadowed spear,
then threw it. It struck the shield of Peleus' son, 
right in the centre. That spear didn't miss its mark.
But it bounced some distance off the shield. Hector,
angry that the spear had flown from his hand and missed,
stood dismayed, for he had no substitute ash spear.
So he shouted out, yelling to Deïphobus,
who carried a white shield, asking him with a shout 370
to pass him his long spear. But Deïphobus
was nowhere to be seen. Then Hector in his heart
saw everything so clearlyhe said:
"This is it, then.
The gods are summoning me to my death.
I thought warrior Deïphobus was close by.
But he's inside the walls, and Athena
has deceived me. Now evil death is here, 
right beside me, not somewhere far away.
There's no escape. For a long time now,
this must have been what Zeus desired, 380
and Zeus' son, the god who shoots from far,
and all those who willingly gave me help
in earlier days. So now I meet my fate.
Even so, let me not die ingloriously
without a fight, but in some great action
which those men yet to come will hear about."
Hector finished speaking. He pulled out his sharp sword,
that strong and massive weapon hanging on his thigh,
gathered himself, then swooped like some high-flying eagle
plummeting to the plains down through the murky clouds 390
to seize a tender lamb or cowering rabbit 
that's how Hector charged, brandishing his sharp sword.
Achilles attacked, as well, heart full of savage anger,
covering his chest with that richly decorated shield,
his shining four-ridged helmet nodding on his head,
the golden plumes Hephaestus had set there
shimmering around the crest. Just like that star
which stands out the loveliest among all those
in the heavenly night skythe star of evening
that's how the sharp point then glittered on the spear 400
Achilles hefted in his right hand, intent on 
killing noble Hector. He inspected his fine skin,
to see where it was vulnerable to a blow.
But Hector's entire body was protected
by that beautiful armour he'd stripped off
powerful Patroclus, once he'd killed him,
except for that opening where the collar bones
separate the neck and shoulders, at the gullet,
where a man's life is most effectively destroyed.
As Hector charged, noble Achilles struck him there, 410
driving the spear point through his tender neck.
But the heavy bronze on that ash spear did not cut
his windpipe, so he could still address Achilles
and reply to him. Hector fell down in the dust. 
Lord Achilles then cried out in triumph:
I suppose you thought you could safely strip
Patroclus, without giving me a thought,
since I was far away. That was foolish!
By our hollow ships he'd left me behind,
a much greater man, to take out my revenge. 420
I've drained strength from your limbsnow dogs and birds
will tear you into miserable pieces,
while Achaeans are burying Patroclus."
His strength fading, Hector of the shining helmet
"By your life, I beg you,
by your knees, your parentsdon't let dogs eat me
by Achaean ships. No, you should accept 
all the bronze and gold you want,
gifts my father and my lady mother give you,
if you'll send my body home again, 430
so Trojans and Trojans' wives can bury me,
with all the necessary funeral rites."
Scowling at Hector, swift-footed Achilles then replied:
"Don't whine to me, you dog, about my knees
or parents. I wish I had the heart and strength
to carve you up and eat you raw myself
for what you've done to me. So there's no one
who'll keep the dogs from going at your head,
not even if they bring here and weigh out
a ransom ten or twenty times as much, 440
with promises of more, or if Priam, 
son of Dardanus, says he'll pay your weight
in gold. Not even then will your mother
set you on a funeral bed and there lament
the son she bore. Instead, the dogs and birds
will eat you up completely."
Then, as he died,
Hector of the shining helmet said to Achilles:
"I know you well. I recognize in you
what I expectedthat you'd not be convinced.
For your heart and mind are indeed of iron. 450
But think of thisI may bring down on you
the anger of the gods that very day
when Paris and Phoebus Apollo,
in spite of all your courage, slaughter you 
at the Scaean Gate."
As Hector spoke,
death's final end slid over him. His life slipped out,
flying off to Hades, mourning his fate to have to leave
such youthful manliness. Over dead Hector,
godlike Achilles then cried out:
As for my own death, I accept it 460
whenever Zeus and the immortal gods
see fit to bring it to me"
He pulled his bronze spear from the corpse, set it aside,
and stripped the blood-stained armour from the shoulders.
Then the rest of Achaea's sons came running up.
They gazed at Hector's stature, his handsome body. 
All the men who came up to the corpse stabbed it,
looking at each other, saying:
it's easier for us to deal with Hector now
than when his fire burned our ships." 470
With words like this, they came up close and wounded Hector.
When swift-footed godlike Achilles had stripped the corpse,
standing among Achaeans, he spoke these winged words:
"My friends, leaders and rulers of the Argives,
since gods have granted that this man be killed,
who's done much damage, more than all the rest, 
let's test these Trojan by attacking them
with armed excursions round their city,
to see what they intendwhether they'll leave
their lofty city now that Hector's dead, 480
or stay there, still keen to fight without him.
But why's my fond heart discussing this?
By our ships lies a dead manunwept,
unburiedPatroclus. I'll not forget him,
as long as I remain among the living,
as long as my dear limbs have motion.
If down in Hades men forget their dead,
even there I will remember my companion. 
Come, young Achaeans, sing a victory song,
as we're returning to our hollow ships. 490
We'll take the body. We've won great glory,
killing noble HectorTrojans prayed to him
in their own city, as if he were a god."
Achilles finished. Then on noble Hector's corpse
he carried out a monstrous act. He pierced
the tendons behind both feet, from heel to ankle,
threaded them with ox-hide thongs, and then tied these
onto his chariot, leaving the head to drag behind.
He climbed up in his chariot, brought on the splendid armour,
then lashed his horses. They sped off eagerly, 500 
dragging Hector. A dust cloud rose above him,
his dark hair spread out round him, and Hector's head,
once so handsome, was covered by the dust, for Zeus
had given him to his enemies to dishonour
in his own native land. So all his head grew dirty.
When she saw her son, his mother pulled her hair,
threw off her shining veil, and began to shriek.
His dear father gave a pitiful groan. Around them,
people were overwhelmed with wailing and laments
throughout the city. It was as if all Ilion 510 
were engulfed in flames, all over the summit
of that towering rock. The people then had trouble
restraining the old man in his frantic grief,
his desperate wish to go through the Dardanian gate.
He begged them all, grovelling in the dirt, calling out,
naming each of them:
"My dear friends,
leave me alone. I know you care for me,
but let me leave the city by myself,
go to the Achaean ships, then beg him,
that ruthless man, that violent monster. 520
He may feel shame in front of comrades.
He may pity my old age. For he, too,
has a father, one just like me, Peleus, 
who sired and raised him to butcher Trojans.
On me especially he's loaded sorrow,
more than on any other man. He's killed
so many of my sons, all in their prime.
But, despite that sorrow, I don't grieve
for all of them as much as I do for one,
for Hector. The sharp pain I feel for him 530
will bring me down to the house of Hades.
If only he had died here in my arms,
we could have had our fill of weeping,
of lamentationme and his mother,
who gave birth to him, to her own sorrow."
As he said this, Priam wept. The townsfolk mourned.
Hecuba led Trojan women in their loud laments: 
"My child, how can I live with this misery,
such wretched sorrow, now that you are dead?
You were my pride and joy, night and day, 540
and in the city, a blessing to us all,
to Trojan men and women in the state,
who received you like a god. To them
you were great glory when you were alive.
Now death and fate have overtaken you."
Hecuba spoke through her tears. But so far Hector's wife
knew nothing of all this, for no messenger
had come to tell her clearly that her husband
had remained outside the gates. She was in a room
inside their lofty home, weaving purple fabric 550 
for a double cloak, embroidering flowers on it.
She'd told her well-groomed servants in the house
to place a large tripod on the fire, so Hector
could have a hot bath when he came home from battle.
Poor fool! She'd no idea that a long way from that bath,
Athena with the glittering eyes had killed Hector
at Achilles' hands. Then she heard the wailing,
laments coming from the walls. Her limbs began to shake.
The shuttle fell out of her hands onto the floor.
She spoke out once more to her well-groomed housemaids: 560
"Come here you two and follow me. Let's see 
what's happened. For I've just caught the sound
of my husband's noble mother's voice. In my chest,
my heart leapt in my mouth, my lower limbs
are numb. Something disastrous has taken place
to Priam's children. I hope reports like these
never reach my ears, but I'm dreadfully afraid
that godlike Achilles may have cut off
my bold Hector from the city, driving him
into the plain all by himself, then ended 570
that fearful courage which possessed him.
He's never one to hold back or remain
within the crowd of menhe always moves ahead,
well in front, second to none in fury."
Saying this, she hurried through the house, heart pounding, 
like some mad woman, accompanied by servants.
Once she reached the wall crowded with men, she stopped,
stood there, and looked out from the wall. She saw Hector
as he was being dragged past before the city,
with swift horses pulling him ruthlessly away 580
to the Achaeans' hollow ships. At the sight,
black night eclipsed her eyes. She fell back in a faint,
gasping her life away. From her head she threw off
her shining headdressfrontlet, cap, woven headband,
the veil that golden Aphrodite gave her 
when Hector of the shining helmet led her
from Eëtion's house as his wife, once he'd paid
an immense price for his bride. Around her
stood her husband's sisters and his brother's wives.
They all helped pick her up, almost dead from shock. 590
When she recovered and her spirit had returned to her,
she started her lament. In a sobbing voice,
she cried out to the Trojan women:
how miserable I am. We both seem born
to a single fate, you in Priam's house
in Troy, and I in Eëtion's home
in wooded Thebe. He raised me from childhood, 
an ill-fated father and a child who's doomed.
How I wish he'd never fathered me.
Now you go to Hades' house deep underground, 600
abandoning me to bitter sorrow,
widowed in our home. Our son's an infant,
born to wretched parents, you and me.
No good will come to him from you, Hector,
now that you're dead, nor will he help you.
Even if he gets through this dreadful war
with the Achaeans, his life will always be
a constant pain and sorrow. For other men
will take away his lands. The day a child 
becomes an orphan all his friends are gone. 610
He cannot hold up his head for anyone,
his cheeks are wet from crying. In his need,
the child goes to his father's comrades,
plucking at one man's cloak, another's tunic.
Some pity him and then hold out a cup,
letting him for a moment wet his lips,
without moistening his palate. Another man
whose parents are still living pushes him
out of the feast, hitting him with his fist,
insulting him: 'Go away, just as you are. 620
You've no father at our feast.' So, in tears,
the child returns to his widowed mother.
That child is our son Astyanax, who 
in earlier days on his father's knees
ate only marrow and rich fat from sheep.
When sleep overpowered him and he'd stopped
his childish play, he'd lie in his own bed,
in his nurse's armson a soft couch,
his heart full of happy dreams. But now,
now that he's missing his dear father, 630
he'll suffer much, our dear son Astyanax,
Lord of the City. Trojans called him this,
because you alone kept their gates safe from harm,
their towering walls. But now by the beaked ships,
far from your parents, wriggling worms will eat you,
once dogs have had their fill of your bare corpse.
In your home are lovely well-made clothes, 
produced by women's hands. In a blazing fire
I'll burn them all. They're no use to you,
since you can't wear them. So I'll honour you, 640
on behalf of Trojan men and women."
Saying this, she wept. The women added their laments.
Translation by Ian Johnston, Malaspina University-College, Nanaimo, BC. This document is in the public domain and may be used by anyone without permission and without charge, provided the source is acknowledged.
[Last revised March 15, 2004]
[Note that the numbers in square brackets refer to the Greek text]