A councilor ought not to sleep the whole night through, a man to whom the populace is entrusted, and who has many responsibilities.
I long for home, long for the sight of home.
A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.
Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.
I, for one, know of no sweeter sight for a man's eyes than his own country.
And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.