ἀνδρόμεον ῥῆξαί τε μετάλμενος· ἐν δὲ κυδοιμὸν

sa pra mamandat tvaayaa shatakrato praacaamanyo ahaMsana

My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

Ἕκτωρ δʼ ἐν πρώτοισι φέρʼ ἀσπίδα πάντοσʼ ἐΐσην,

وَلَقَدْ عَهِدْنَا إِلَى آدَمَ مِنْ قَبْلُ فَنَسِيَ وَلَمْ نَجِدْ لَهُ عَزْمًا

For my love they are my adversaries: but I give myself unto prayer.

sa gRtso agnis taruNash cid astu yato yaviSTho ajaniSTa maatuH

οὐδʼ ἄρʼ ἔτʼ αὐτὸς ἔην, θάνε δὲ ξανθὸς Μελέαγρος·