In arms like me, his country’s war to wage,
Against his country’s foes the war to wage,
And rise the Hector of the future age!
successful
So when, triumphant from the glorious toils,
Of heroes slain he bears the reeking spoils,
Whole hosts may
All Troy shall hail him, with deserved acclaim,
own the son
And cry, This chief transcends his father’s fame;