So they took their stand in the flowery mead of Scamander, numberless, as are the leaves and the flowers in their season.
ἔσταν δ' ἐν λειμῶνι Σκαμανδρίῳ ἀνθεμόεντι μυρίοι , ὅσσά τε φύλλα καὶ ἄνθεα γίγνεται ὥρῃ .
ἵστημι δέ ἐν λειμών Σκαμάνδριος ἀνθεμόεις μυρίος , ὅσος τε φύλλον καί ἄνθος γίγνομαι ὥρα .