Book: The Iliad. Page 1

Give me love Aphrodite give me those sweet desires,
With which you win the hearts and immortal and mortal.

The last word uttered at the heart of his keep you:
Life and you the ground is not long; close
Close is before thee, and Death and stern Fate
Fall under the hand of Achilles, Iakova powerful grandson

As a man this is easy! Surprisingly quickly dives!
If he was at sea, fish is abundant,
Many could UDOVOLSTVIE, oysters searching, for which
Was pradal he would ship, though, and the sea angrily.
Like him being on the field, quickly ducked out of that chariot!
There are, as I see it now among the brave Trojan divers!

Good! heart itself does not crash immoderate sorrow.
Against the destiny of man, I will not send to Aides;
But fate, as I think, has not been exempt none earthly beings
Husband nor brave nor timid, as soon as he is born.
Shestoy, my dear, in the house, attend to their business;
Textile, yarn simisa, tell wives homemade
His business to correct; and the war - husbands attended to
All, well most of me, in sacred Ilion born

Be patient and grief itself does not crash continuous:
You can't do anything about the son Picassa;
Cry dead you don't raise, but his grief will only multiply.

And as we have no sad
Conceal in the hearts and force them to keep silence of our sorrow.
Heart crucially cry to anything the man does not.

He, though, and brazen like a dog, but I see you don't!

Disappear the joy of the feast is bright, if evil triumphs.

Who conquered the immortal, and the immortal heed.