ὣς φατο: τὸν δε πατὴρ ὀλοφύρατο δάκρυ χέοντα:
αὐτίκα δ' ἠέρα μὲν σκέδασεν: καὶ ἀπῶσεν ὀμίχλην:
ἠέλιος δ' ἐπ' έλαμψε, μάχη δ' ἐπὶ πᾶσα φαάνθη:
καὶ τότ' ὰρ Αἴας εἶπε βοὴν ἀγαθὸν Μενέλαον:
σκέπτεο νῦν Μενέλαε διοτρεφὲς. αἴ κεν ΐδηαι
ζωὸν ἔτ' Ἀντίλοχον, μεγαθύμου Νέστορος υἱόν:
ὄτρυνον δ' Ἀχιλῆϊ δαΐφρονι θᾶσσον ϊόντα
εἰπεῖν. ὅτι ῥά οι πολὺ φίλτατος ὤλεθ' ἑταῖρος
So spake he, and the Father had pity on him as he wept, and forthwith scattered the darkness and drave away the mist, and the sun shone forth upon them and all the battle was made plain to view. Then Aias spake unto Menelaus, good at the war-cry: "Look forth now, Menelaus, nurtured of Zeus, if so be thou mayest have sight of Antilochus yet alive, son of great-souled Nestor, and bestir thou him to go with speed unto Achilles, wise of heart, to tell him that his comrade, far the dearest, is slain."
