and among them followed swift-footed Achilles, shedding hot tears, for he beheld his trusty comrade lying on the bier, mangled by the sharp bronze. Him truly had he sent forth with horses and chariot into the war, but never again did he welcome his returning.
μετὰ δέ σφι ποδώκης εἵπετ' Ἀχιλλεὺς δάκρυα θερμὰ χέων , ἐπεὶ εἴσιδε πιστὸν ἑταῖρον κείμενον ἐν φέρτρῳ δεδαϊγμένον ὀξέϊ χαλκῷ , τόν ῥ' ἤτοι μὲν ἔπεμπε σὺν ἵπποισιν καὶ ὄχεσφιν ἐς πόλεμον , οὐ δ' αὖτις ἐδέξατο νοστήσαντα .
μετά δέ σφεῖς ποδώκης ἕπομαι Ἀχιλλεύς δάκρυον θερμός χέω , ἐπεί εἰσοράω πιστός ἑταῖρος κεῖμαι ἐν φέρετρον δαίζω ὀξύς χαλκός , ὁ ἄρα ἤτοι μέν πέμπω σύν ἵππος καί ὄχος εἰς πόλεμος , οὐ δέ αὖθις δέχομαι νοστέω .