But the Zeus-begotten left there his spear upon the bank, leaning against the tamarisk bushes, and himself leapt in like a god with nothing but his sword; and grim was the work he purposed in his heart, and turning him this way and that he struck and struck;
αὐτὰρ ὃ διογενὴς δόρυ μὲν λίπεν αὐτοῦ ἐπ' ὄχθῃ κεκλιμένον μυρίκῃσιν , ὃ δ' ἔσθορε δαίμονι ἶσος φάσγανον οἶον ἔχων , κακὰ δὲ φρεσὶ μήδετο ἔργα , τύπτε δ' ἐπιστροφάδην ·
ἀτάρ ὁ διογενής δόρυ μέν λείπω αὐτοῦ ἐπί ὄχθη κλίνω μυρίκη , ὁ δέ εἰσθρῴσκω δαίμων ἴσος φάσγανον οἶος ἔχω , κακός δέ φρήν μήδομαι ἔργον , τύπτω δέ ἐπιστροφάδην ·