Address my lifeless body and be gone.
I’ll quickly gain the boon of death I seek:
The enemy will pity me and slay,
Or else will slay me for my noble spoils.
As for the loss of burial due the dead,
‘Twill not be hard to bear. Too long on earth
I spend my useless years, abhorred of heaven,
Since when the sire of gods and king of men
Blasted my body with his lightning’s breath,
And marked me with his scorching bolt of flame.