May you grant me one last honour
As you keep the crows at bay
Shield my wife and son from horror
Though Achilles ruled this day
Cleanse my body for my father
Save my brother from his guilt
Let them see my great love rather
Than the sweat and blood and silt
Save my people from the slaughter
Let them sleep at ease by night
Make the men camped by the water
Less barbaric when they fight
Turn the battle in our favour
Lest my death be all for nought
Let each man the free air savour
And their sufferings be short
May my love fill up the city
Though my spirit passes on
Let the men feel all but pity
For their comrade, dead and gone
Save my lady from her sorrow
Let her heart once more feel joy
Let the day after tomorrow
Bring a free land for my boy
Let the gods protect my father
And my brother, Son of Troy.