Vaunt Lament
To the man I have mortally wounded, as I strip him naked
Never mind your pride. Forget how you never grow too tired to fight.
Even so. You show how you Torys shall quit the ships of the Achæans,
by every disgrace with which you’ve ever tried to tar us described.
Wolfbitch cowards yet you wouldn't cringe and follow Zeus, would you?
Not Zeus who punishes bad guests and one day's going to butcher your city.
When you stayed with me you took my wife, you stole such a lot of treasures,
after all she did to make you feel at home,
now you want our ships on fire and to kill us all.
Still there will come a day on which, despite your zeal for Ares,
you’ll be stopped. Oh father Zeus, you are the wisest
of every god and human, this is all your fault.
You favor them I kill, why, so boastful and bloodthirsty?
After a long spell, a person can tire of anything at all.
Of sleep, love, song, dancing, still these are things whereof
you’d always want more than you’d want of war.
Yet they never tire of wanting more war.
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