Ὡς ἔφαθ’. οἱ δὲ καὶ αὐτοὶ ἀλέξασθαι μενέαινον:
οἱ δ’ ἐπεὶ ἀμφοτέρωθεν ἐκαρτύναντο φάλαγγας
Τρῶες. καὶ Λύκιοι. καὶ Μυρμιδόνες. καὶ Ἀχαιοί.
σύμβαλον ἀμφὶ νέκυϊ κατατεθνειῶτι μάχεσθαι
δεινὸν ἀΰσαντες: μέγα δ’ ἔβραχε τεύχεα φωτῶν:
Ζεὺς δ’ ἐπὶ νύκτ’ ὀλοὴν τάνυσεν κρατερῇ ὑσμίνῃ.
ὄφρα φίλῳ περὶ παιδὶ μάχης ὀλοὸς πόνος εἴῃ.
So spake he, and they even of themselves were eager to ward off the foe. Then when on both sides they had made strong their battalions, the Trojans and Lycians, and the Myrmidons and Achaeans, they joined battle to fight for the body of him that was fallen in death, with terrible shouting; and loud rang the harness of men. And Zeus drew baneful night over the mighty conflict, that around his dear son might be waged the baneful toil of war.
