οἵη δ' ἐκ νεφέων ἐρεβεννὴ φαίνεται ἀὴρ
καύματος ἐξ ἀνέμοιο δυσαέος ὀρνυμένοιο.
τοῖος Τυδείδῃ Διομήδεϊ χάλκεος Ἄρης
φαίνεθ' ὁμοῦ νεφέεσσιν, ἰὼν εἰς οὐρανὸν εὐρὺν εὐρύν.
καρπαλίμως δ' ί̈κανε θεῶν έδος: αἰπὺν Ὄλυμπον:
πὰρ δὲ Διὶ̈ Κρονίωνι καθέζετο θυμὸν ἀχεύων:
δεῖξεν δ' ἄμβροτον αἷμα καταρρέον ἐξ ὠτειλῆς:
καί ρ' ὀλοφυρόμενος, ἔπεα πτερόεντα προσηύδα
Ζεῦ πάτερ. οὐ νεμεσίζῃ ὁρῶν τάδε καρτερὰ ἔργα:
αἰεί τοι ῥίγιστα θεοὶ τετληότες εἰμὲν
ἀλλήλων ἰ̈ότητι, χάριν ἄνδρεσσι φέροντες:
σοὶ πάντες μαχόμεσθα: σὺ γὰρ τέκες ἄφρονα κούρην.
οὐλομένην. ἥ τ' αἰὲν. ἀήσυλα ἔργα μέμηλεν:
ἄλλοι μεν γὰρ πάντες ὅσοι θεοί εἰσ' ἐν Ὀλύμπῳ
σοί τ' ἐπιπείθονται: καὶ δεδμήμεσθα ἕκαστος,
ταύτην δ' οὔτ' ἔπεϊ προτιβάλλεαι οὔτέ τι ἔργῳ:
ἀλλ' ἀνιεῖς, ἐπεὶ αὐτὸς ἐγείναο παῖδ' ἀΐδηλον:
ἣ νῦν Τυδέος υἱὸν ὑπέρθυμον Διομήδεα
μαργαίνειν ἀνέἡκεν ἐπ αθανάτοισι θεοῖσι:
Κύπριδα μὲν πρῶτον: σχεδὸν οὔτασε χεῖρ' ἐπι καρπῷ.
αὐτὰρ ἔπειτ' αὐτῷ μοι ἐπέσσυτο δαίμονι ἶσος:
ἀλλά μ' ὑπήνεικαν ταχέες πόδες: ῆ τέ, κε δηρὸν
αὐτοῦ πήματ' ἔπασχον ἐν, αἰνῇσιν, νεκάδεσσιν
ἤ κε̄ν, ζὼς, ἀμενηνὸς, ἔα, χαλκοῖο τυπῇσι:
Even as a black darkness appeareth from the clouds when after heat a blustering wind ariseth, even in such wise unto Diomedes, son of Tydeus, did brazen Ares appear, as he fared amid the clouds unto broad heaven. Speedily he came to the abode of the gods, to steep Olympus, and sate him down by the side of Zeus, son of Cronos, grieved at heart, and shewed the immortal blood flowing from the wound, and with wailing spake to him winged words: "Father Zeus, hast thou no indignation to behold these violent deeds? Ever do we gods continually suffer most cruelly by one another's devices, whenas we show favour to men. With thee are we all at strife, for thou art father to that mad and baneful maid, whose mind is ever set on deeds of lawlessness. For all the other gods that are in Olympus are obedient unto thee, and subject to thee, each one of us; but to her thou payest no heed whether in word or in deed, but rather settest her on, for that this pestilent maiden is thine own child. Now hath she set on the son of Tydeus, Diomedes high of heart, to vent his rage upon immortal gods. Cypris first he wounded with a thrust in close fight upon the hand at the wrist, and thereafter rushed upon mine own self as he had been a god. Howbeit my swift feet bare me away; otherwise had I long suffered woes there amid the gruesome heaps of the dead, or else had lived strengthless by reason of the smitings of the spear."
