1. The eager one urged on and was the first attacker
An Mycenaean with the vanguards of the Trojans

2. He stabbed the son of Telephus, Echepolus
In a helmet forged to ward off blows

3. The spear penetrated through his temple to his brain
And his eyelids closed without guidance

4. In the raging battle he fell like a towering mountain
And the dust rose with the fallen

5. And he dragged him from his heels to a secluded place
Seeking to seize his burning weapons

6. But he only met with disappointment, and in that moment
The worst of fates befell him

7. For his shield slipped away from his opponent
And there was Agenor lying in wait

8. He pounced to stab him with his dark spear
And struck him down feeble and faint­hearted

9. So the clash of armies grew violent
Like solitary wolves upon solitary wolves

10. Then Ajax spread over his son Anthemion
A young shoot grown up for the chase

11. Named after Simoeis since he was victorious
On its banks from the time of his birth

12. A time came when his kin from Mount Ida
Came to see their land in that valley

13. But his kin did not get a reward for their troubles
And he lived a short lifetime

14. By the spear of Telamonian Ajax his livelihood was destroyed
When calamity befell the people with the blows of swords

15. The spear gashed his shoulders and his chest
Like the withering of meadow flowers

16. Lying discarded, he resembled a chopped branch
And his head still shapely budded

17. Raised on sweet water, then hacked apart
By the blades of blacksmiths

18. From it the felloes of a gilded chariot were made
Left to dry out on tree trunks

19. Then the son of Priam, the brave Antiphus,
Threw his spear at the expected killer

20. But it was in vain, spent on the mighty Leucus
Of Odysseys, firm in combat

21. Who was carrying the corpse to despoil it
So his greed, like a heavy bag, weighed him down

22. The corpse fell to the ground, and Leucus
Returned destruction to the group of marauders

23. Then, armed with the linked corslet, Odysseus
Charged for blood vengeance for his fallen comrade

24. Heading eagerly for the vanguard
And routing their ranks in the meadow

25. But they were scattered, and the hooked arrows sped
To Deïcoön with quivers calling out

26.
An offspring of Priam came from Abydos

27. Running to him with the speed of steeds
And it crashed into his temples, and he wandered in darkness

28. With ringing in his ears beneath the weapons
The Trojans fled back in retreat

29. As did Hector, champion of champions
And the Greeks advanced between battle cries

30. And sought to gather the scattered bodies
From high Pergamos Apollo saw

31. And called them to stand firm and show endurance:

32. "O people of Ilium, go forward
For the caller of havoc, the pitiless one, has called

33. Do not be disgraced, for the enemy are not
Made of steel and stubbornness on the day of combat

34. Let the impact of your spears and arrows land
For Achilles is not with them in number

35. He still rages between the ships, enraged
At the severity of these adversities"

36. And at the cry of the Greeks the people of Athens charged
Between the ranks with their customary resolve

37. They began to provoke their spirits and rouse them
And urge on those hesitating and holding back

38.
And then a boulder thrown from the hands of Pherous

39. Loyal squire of the Thracians going forth
Struck the leg of Deïochus with shards

40. That crushed it, so he stretched out his hands calling for help
He was thrown to the ground calling to his people

41. But Pherous advanced in attack
He ripped open his guts with the spear, and they spilled out

42. And lay on the sand for all to see
Then Thoas charged the foe with a stab

43. Seeking vengeance, full of burning hatred
It entered his upper chest and into his heart

44. Stopping with its blade showing
He approached and pulled it out and drew his sword

45. And hid his corpse without delay
He got what he wanted by robbing the light of his life

46. But did not win any gains from what he plundered
Then his relatives, marked by misfortune

47. Charged for him, rushing at the enemy
But his vigor and steadfastness did not avail

48. That he returned, carried without resistance
So perished the lord of the Trhacians and Epia

49. Murdered in that ravine
And upon them the bodies of their slain people fell

50. In the entanglement with the enemy
If one with vision had walked among their ranks

51. And wandered between the positions of the fallen
He would have seen the ravages of weapons and breaches

52. And lines of arrows traveling and descending
And terror intensified, and evil elaborated

53. Free from the criticisms of censors
And the face of the earth was clothed in currents of blood

54. And waves of their dead, beyond counting