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The Iliad

c. 750 BCE (oral composition earlier) · Archaic Greek · Greece (Asia Minor tradition)

Book I — The Wrath of Achilles

1Sing, O goddess, the anger of Achilles son of Peleus,
2That brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.
3Many a brave soul did it send hurrying down to Hades,
4And many a hero did it yield a prey to dogs and vultures,
5For so were the counsels of Zeus fulfilled
6From the day on which the son of Atreus, king of men,
7And great Achilles, first fell out with one another.
8And which of the gods was it that set them on to quarrel?
9It was the son of Zeus and Leto;
10For he was angry with the king and sent a pestilence upon the host
11To plague the people, because the son of Atreus had dishonoured Chryses his priest.
12Now Chryses had come to the ships of the Achaeans to free his daughter,
13And had brought with him a great ransom:
14Moreover he bore in his hand the sceptre of Apollo
15Wreathed with a suppliant's wreath,
16And he besought the Achaeans, but most of all the two sons of Atreus
17Who were their chiefs.
18"Sons of Atreus," he cried, "and all other Achaeans,
19May the gods who dwell in Olympus grant you to sack the city of Priam,
20And to reach your homes in safety;
21But free my daughter, and accept a ransom for her,
22In reverence to Apollo, son of Zeus."
23On this the rest of the Achaeans with one voice were in favour of respecting the priest
24And taking the ransom that he offered.
25But not so Agamemnon,
26Who spoke fiercely to him and sent him roughly away.

Book VI — Hector and Andromache

27So the Trojans and Achaeans were left to fight it out,
28And the battle ebbed and flowed as bronze clashed upon bronze.
29But Hector turned to go away, and reached his home.
30He did not find white-armed Andromache in the house;
31She was upon the wall with her child and a fair-faced nurse,
32Weeping and wailing.
33When Hector saw his wife he smiled,
34But said nothing, and Andromache stood by him weeping,
35And took his hand in hers, saying:
36"Dear Hector, your bravery will be your death.
37You have no compassion for your little son, nor for your unhappy wife
38Who will soon be your widow.
39All the Achaeans will make a rush and kill you.
40As for me, it would be better far that I should go down to the grave
41If I lose you, for I shall have nothing left to comfort me."
42And Hector answered: "Wife, I too have thought upon all this,
43But with what face should I look upon the Trojans,
44Men or women, if I shirked battle like a coward?
45I cannot do so. I know nothing but to fight bravely
46In the forefront of the Trojan host and win my father glory.
47"For I know this of a truth,
48The day will come when mighty Ilios shall be destroyed,
49With Priam and his people.
50But for the grief that this will cause me I care nothing,
51Not even for Hecuba's own grief, nor for my father Priam,
52Nor for my brothers many and brave,
53Who will fall in the dust before their foes —
54For none of these do I care so much as for yourself,
55When the day shall come that some one of the Achaeans
56Shall rob you for ever of the light of freedom."

Book XXIV — The Ransom of Hector

57So the funeral games ended and the people went home.
58But the wrath of Achilles did not abate,
59And every morning he would drag Hector's body round the tomb of Patroclus.
60Now Zeus, looking down upon this, took pity,
61And bade Thetis go to Achilles, her son:
62"Tell him," said Zeus, "that the gods are displeased with him,
63And that I above all am angered,
64In that with froward heart he holds Hector at the ships
65And will not give him back."
66And Priam, the old king, came to the ships of the Achaeans by night,
67A great ransom in his mule waggons.
68And he knelt before Achilles and clasped his knees,
69And kissed his hands, those terrible, man-killing hands
70That had slain so many of his sons.
71"Think of your own father, O Achilles like unto the gods,
72Who is even such another as I am, on the sad threshold of old age.
73It may be that those who dwell near him harass him,
74And there is none to keep war and ruin from him.
75Yet when he hears of you being still alive,
76He is glad, and his days are full of hope
77That he shall see his dear son come home from Troy.
78But I — my life has been full of sorrow.
79My sons were the finest in all Troy,
80And I say not one of them is left."
81Achilles was moved to tears thinking of his own father.
82He took the old man's hand and gently put him from him.
83They wept together — Priam for man-killing Hector,
84And Achilles sometimes for his father
85And sometimes for Patroclus.
86And Achilles said: "Rise, old man. Sit down upon this seat.
87We will let our sorrows lie still in our hearts, for weeping is cold comfort.
88The gods have so spun the thread for wretched mortals
89That they must live in pain; yet themselves are without sorrow.
90There are two urns that stand on the floor of Zeus's palace,
91And in them are the gifts he gives — evil in the one, good in the other.
92He to whom Zeus gives a mixture of both
93Will meet now with good and now with evil fortune.
94But he to whom he gives only of the bad
95Shall be pointed at by the finger of scorn."

notes

The Iliad (Greek: Ἰλιάς) is the foundational epic of Western literature, attributed to Homer and composed in the late 8th century BCE, though drawing on oral traditions stretching back to the Mycenaean Bronze Age (c. 1200 BCE). Its 15,693 lines in 24 books narrate 51 days during the tenth and final year of the Trojan War — specifically the consequences of Achilles' rage after Agamemnon dishonours him by seizing his prize, the captive Briseis. The poem's emotional range is extraordinary: furious battle and tender grief, heroic glory and domestic loss, the pathos of Hector's farewell to Andromache and the reconciliation of Achilles and Priam. The Iliad does not describe the fall of Troy; it ends with Hector's funeral. The poem is remarkable for its humanity: the Trojans are portrayed with equal dignity to the Greeks, and the gods intervene often with mixed and sometimes comic results. Translation after Samuel Butler (1898). Public domain.

currently held: Manuscript tradition; oldest papyri c. 3rd century BCE

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