I pray the gods, if there are gods in heaven
Who care for men, to grant thee dire return,
And give thee what thou hast so richly earned.
For thou hast slain my son before my face,
And with his blood defiled his father’s eyes.
But that Achilles, whom thou falsely claim’st
As sire, did not so treat his royal foe,
But held in reverence the sacred laws.
My Hector’s corpse he gave for burial
And sent me back in safety to my home.