Great Hector arrows killed.
His soul floats on dark waters,
шуршат кусты и гаснут облака,
away crying incoherently Andromache.
Now the sad evening Ajax
walks in the creek transparent knee,
and life running from his eyes uncovered
by Hector, and warm water
already on the chest, but the darkness overwhelms
bottomless gaze through the waves and bushes,
then water again him to the waist,
heavy sword, picked up by the flow,
and drags Ajax.