Bitter is the wail for you Achilles,
Bitter is the wail for you Achilles,Â
Of which the goddess sings!
Lo, the storm of his devastation was falling,
The baleful storm reaping itself upon the host of the Achaeans,
The baleful storm, which takes no mercy,
The storm of devastation, which takes no mercy,
A thousand went to dust below the earth,
In that wind which swirled like hot clay,
The dogs were abandoning their bodies, to the winds,
The birds were abandoning their bodies to the winds,
The insects were abandoning their bodies to the winds,
Zeus was abandoning them, their bodies to the winds,
Open the copper chest with iron locks;Â
The tablet of lapis lazuli tells the story.
Long since Agamemnon, Mycenaeâs wild bull,
And Achilles, Thetisâ son, the black-beared Aurochs,
Did emperil like lions the sheepfold of Troy- the dark-headed people mourn!
Truly the creator had compelled them to strife- the dark-headed people mourn!
Letoâs son, and Zeuâs son Apollo- the dark-headed people mourn!
He let forth the shroud of pestilence upon the city- the dark-headed people mourn!
The hot winds stirred it forth- the dark-headed people mourn!
And the pestilence shrouded the city like the dead.
The twelfth year having gone, the month ended,
Atreusâ son of princely office,
Atreus son of princely office,
Chryses in his holy house,
His temple of lapis and cedar,
His mighty name with unclean hands dishonoured.
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