1. He spoke while sighs rose up,
Of no avail for what is known cannot be changed,

2. The holy Ethiopian girl since we visited her,
And sought from her the greatest boon,

3. The earnings were distributed here, worthless and noble,
Atridae took the noblest prize,

4. The worthless priest of Phebus surpassed us,
Who stirs up strife and casts the lots,

5. He ransoms his daughter with precious gifts,
And with his blessings the scepters of leadership,

6. Scepters of linen and headbands
Above which their turbans rise,

7. He came to us seeking aid and refuge,
Beseeching all of us for deliverance,

8. Especially the two rulers of Atreus' line
So all the Greeks fulfilled his wish,

9. They preferred to keep the honor of the elder among them
And accept the fine, burnished gifts,

10. But Atreus' son raged and sought to drive him
Away from our midst, heaping hostility upon him,

11. The elder was frightened and bent in prayer,
And Phebus answered him and brought him victory,

12. We let fly arrows but to no avail,
Our most piercing arrows were ineffective,

13. Our troops began to fall in heaps,
Some atop the others, routed,

14. The wise priest saw the matter,
And the raging of the god brought harm,

15. So I sought to placate him, and Atreus'
Heir rushed to heap his hostility upon me,

16. He made threats and then carried them out,
Although the Greeks sought to prevent the addition,

17. They prepared a ship and sent Chryses back
To his father, returning him,

18. Then they journeyed and sent offerings
Of longing to the Lord, the best requital,

19. And at that time, one of the chiefs arose,
Armed with an arrow I was granted the right to loose

20. At Atreus' son, they took Chryses
"Help me my son, he depends upon you

21. Do him justice, if you can, and go
To high Olympus, the Lord of all creatures,

22. And help me if I ever with word
Or deed stole the delight of your heart

23. With pride did I walk in your father's palace
Whenever I brought you the greatest benefit

24. When Pheidus, Hiera, and Aethina
Sought to destroy the champion of champions,

25. There was none among the immortal horde
Except you to save me from intended harm,

26. So you prepared the chains, and called
The smith, arming him promptly for battle,

27. A hundred cubits for him, who was called
Brontes among the blessed people,

28. And by men is named Egion,
From high Olympus, who sought to steal in,

29. Fiercer than his father, and in the son of Cronos
He brandished thunderbolts,

30. So the gods were terrified of him,
And refrained from crafty schemes,

31. I call upon Zeus, remind him of this,
Kiss his knees and ask for an extension of his favor

32. To annihilate the Greeks with the steep swell,
And come to the aid of the Trojans,

33. Let them see their mad king as he realizes
He has reaped the worst harvest,

34. And Atreus' son will see with his high majesty,
Your majesty eclipses his whenever it leads."