At Troy, before troy had he made a vow,
Of his maiden, as a token of pleasantries to show.
For he to him was confider of blood, breaker
Of hinds and arms in war; wothy of the daughter.
And His scion he had also like the sageous philanthropist,
Alloted to a thane-Alektors' daughter: His able Megapenthes.
Thus, did he threw a feast against nature,
Perhaps to suit the coming Lord or despise her infrastures.
Chanting to Athena against the sun,
Stayed her on the scene; many did her scorn.
Oh, a good omen had this conceived.
Lakedaimon is prepared to a valour received.
He'd arrived before the late sun deceased,
No choice to him, a tale to be told: Now, he would joined the feast.
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I would like to translate this poem