but Achilles wept, ever remembering his dear comrade, neither might sleep, that masters all, lay hold of him, but he turned him ever to this side or to that, yearning for the man-hood and valorous might of Patroclus, thinking on all he had wrought with him and all the woes he had borne, passing though wars of men and the grievous waves.
αὐτὰρ Ἀχιλλεὺς κλαῖε φίλου ἑτάρου μεμνημένος , οὐ δέ μιν ὕπνος ᾕρει πανδαμάτωρ , ἀλλ' ἐστρέφετ' ἔνθα καὶ ἔνθα Πατρόκλου ποθέων ἀνδροτῆτά τε καὶ μένος ἠΰ , ἠδ' ὁπόσα τολύπευσε σὺν αὐτῷ καὶ πάθεν ἄλγεα ἀνδρῶν τε πτολέμους ἀλεγεινά τε κύματα πείρων ·
ἀτάρ Ἀχιλλεύς κλαίω φίλος ἑταῖρος μιμνήσκω , οὐ δέ μιν ὕπνος αἱρέω πανδαμάτωρ , ἀλλά στρέφω ἔνθα καί ἔνθα Πάτροκλος ποθέω ἀνδρότης τε καί μένος ἐύς , ἠδέ ὁπόσος τολυπεύω σύν αὐτός καί πάσχω ἄλγος ἀνήρ τε πόλεμος ἀλεγεινός τε κῦμα πείρω ·