Then had he had a noble funeral,
At which th’ Achæan princes would have been,
And the honour had redounded to his son.
But now, alas! devour’d by harpies keen,
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Unheard-of and unask’d-for he is gone,
Leaving me here behind to sigh and groan.
Besides, the Gods have giv’n me other care,

Then would the whole host of the Achaeans have made him a tomb,
[240] and for his son, too, he would have won great glory in days to come.
But as it is, the spirits of the storm have swept him away and left no tidings:
he is gone out of sight, out of hearing, and for me he has left anguish and weeping;
nor do I in any wise mourn and wail for him alone,
seeing that the gods have brought upon me other sore troubles.