ὡς ἔφατ', αὐτὰρ Ἄρης θαλερὼ πεπλήγετο μηρὼ
χερσὶ καταπρηνέεσσ', ὀλοφυρόμενος δ' ἔπος ηύδα:
μὴ νῦν μοι νεμεσήσετ' Ὀλύμπια δώματ' ἔχοντες
τίσασθαιτίσεσθαι φόνον υἷος ἰ̈όντ' ἐπὶ νῆας Ἀχαιῶν:
εἴ πέρ μοι καὶ μοῖρα Διὸς πληγέντι κεραυνῷ
κεῖσθαι ὁμοῦ νεκύεσσι μεθ' αἵματι καὶ κονίῃσιν:
So spake she, but Ares smote his sturdy thighs with the flat of his hands, and with wailing spake, and said: "Count it not blame for me now, O ye that have dwellings on Olympus, if I go to the ships of the Achaeans and avenge the slaying of my son, even though it be my fate to be smitten with the bolt of Zeus, and to lie low in blood and dust amid the dead."
