Homer. The Iliad (№ 117107)

Ah, unfortunate, you we almost gave to Peleus,
The mortal son of earth, ageless and immortal you?
Is that you with the poor people of sorrow know?
Because of the creatures that breathe and crawl in the dust,
True in the whole universe there is no more miserable person.
But not pechaltes: you did in the chariot shiny
Hector will not be borne on his beautiful triumphant: I will not suffer!
Or not quite that he was Achilles armor to be proud of?
You I new fortress will invest in the knee and in the heart;
You Automedon sound of a fiery battle to save
To the black ships, and the Trojans the glory of still I give
Army beat until ships made seaworthy,
And sunset the sun and the darkness of the Holy snidal