And all the elder women shouted aloud
and all the men cried out a lovely song
calling on Paon farshooting god of the lyre,
and they were singing a hymn for Hektor and Andromache like to gods.

and sweetflowing flute and kithara were mingled
with the clip of castanets and piercingly then the maidens
sang a holy song and straight up the air went
amazing sound        [
and everywhere in the roads was [
bowls and cups        [
myrrh and cassia and frankincense were mingled.

set out   for Ilios

Then sons of Ilos led mules beneath
fine-running carts and up climbed a whole crowd
of women and maidens with tapering ankles,
but separately the daughters of Priam    [
And young men led horses under chariots [
]in great style
]charioteers
]
            ]like to gods
            ]holy all together

delicate Andromache on ships over the salt
sea. And many gold bracelets and purple
perfumed clothes, painted toys,
and silver cups innumerable and ivory.
So he spoke. And at once the dear father rose up.
And news went through the wide town to friends.

Kypros
herald came
Idaos   swift messenger
]
and of the rest of Asia  imperishable fame.
Hektor and his men are bringing a glancing girl
from holy Thebe and from onflowing Plakia—

]
]
]
]beautiful he
]stirs up still things
]exhaustion the mind
]settles down
]but come O beloveds
]for day is near

their heart grew cold
they let their wings down

for you beautiful ones my thought
    is not changeable

but I to you of a white goat

and I will pour wine over

        the feet
by spangled straps covered
beautiful Lydian work

you burn me

    in my dripping (pain)

the blamer may winds and terrors
    carry him off

I long and seek after

you either Kypros or Paphos or Panormos

stars around the beautiful moon
hide back their luminous form
whenever all full she shines
    on the earth
    silvery

if only I, O goldcrowned Aphrodite,
could win this lot

who honored me
by giving their works

But all is to be dared, because even a person of poverty

and cold sweat holds me and shaking
grips me all, greener than grass
I am and dead—or almost
    I seem to me.

no: tongue breaks and thin
fire is racing under skin
and in eyes no sight and drumming
    fills ears

and lovely laughing—oh it
puts the heart in my chest on wings
for when I look at you, even a moment, no speaking
    is left in me

He seems to me equal to gods that man
whoever he is who opposite you
sits and listens close
    to your sweet speaking

night[

girls
all night long
might sing of the love between you and the bride
    with violets in her lap

wake! and go call
the young men so that
no more than the bird with piercing voice
    shall we sleep

]
]
for Gyrinno
]
]
]
]
]

]robes
]necklaces
]
]
]
]
]
]
]for Gorgo
]
]

]
]
lady
]
]

]
]
deep sound
]

]
]
]yes you a child once
]come sing these things
]talk to us, give us your
    grace

for we go to a wedding: and surely
you know this, but as soon as possible
send the girls away, may gods
    have

]road to great Olympos
]for men

       ]frequently
       ]for those
I treat well are the ones who most of all
    ]harm me
       ]crazy
       ]
       ]
       ]
       ]you, I want
       ]to suffer
    ]in myself I am
aware of this
]
]
]