They set about clearing the launch ways and pulling the props / out from beneath the hulls, and the din of their shouting / ascended to heaven – the shouts of men longing for home.

If [Achilles and Agamemnon] ever again could see eye to eye, / Troy’s destruction would not be postponed, not even / for a little while.

The very day when we boarded our ships to bring slaughter / and death to the Trojans, Zeus flashed a bolt of lightning / to the right of us, a sign that all would be well.

The Trojans were led by Priam’s son, glorious Hector, / and his were the most and the best men, eager for battle.