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Our efforts are the efforts of the unfortunate; our efforts are like those of the Trojans.
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| We succeed somewhat, we regain confidence somewhat;... | |
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| ...But something always happens and stops us. Achilles in the trench emerges...and with loud cries dismays us.- | |
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Our efforts are like those of the Trojans.
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| We think that with resolution and dring, we will alter the downdrag of destiny, and we stand outside ready for battle. | |
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| But when the great crisis comes, our daring and our resolution vanish... | |
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...and we run all along the walls, seeking to save ourselves in flight.
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| However, our fall is certain. Above, on the walls, the dirge has already begun. | |
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| The memories and the feelings of our own days weep. Priam and Hecuba weep bitterly for us. | |
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