And Zeus stirred up a great panic among them and rained / drops of blood, because it was his intention / to hurl down to Hades the souls of many fighters.

Why is Achilles suddenly / concerned about who has been wounded? He can’t imagine / the grief that we are all feeling now.

You tell me to put my trust in the flight of birds; / but why should I care which direction birds fly in – whether / to the right and to the rising sun or to the left and darkness? / The only thing we should trust is the will of Zeus, / . . . There is just one omen: that we should fight for our country.

Since death stands facing us all in ten thousand forms / and no mortal can ever escape it, let us go forward / and either win glory ourselves or yield it to others.