1. O king intoxicated by the breeze of comfort
O dog's bedding, O heart of a vile man

2. You were never equal to facing tribulations
Among your Greek people, if only you knew, you scoundrel

3. You have never hunted their game with traps
All this will bring you sudden death

4. It is best you take back
What you claimed against those who deny your words if they stray

5. You are the one who judged your people unjustly
When you were the chosen one among the ignoble

6. You would have, had it not been for this
Be a disciple among the disciples and meet disgrace in the end

7. I have an omen for you and a vow
That weighed heavy in this honored club

8. A pruning saw whose leaves will never flourish
Once separated from its trunk in the sun

9. How can it flourish when the sharp cutter
Is he who will cut it, never to thrive again

10. By this club and its guardian
To the masses of Greeks in agreement and dispute

11. In their hands it is placed while they are protected
By a law sent down upon them

12. I swear by it as it is a great refuge for you
The Achaean army will weep defeated

13. When Hector unleashes his might against them
And the wolves turn away from him and withdraw

14. The soul will cry bitterly, resentful of you
When you almost ruined the best of resolute men