Brave men you who fought and died so nobly,
never afraid of those who were winning every battle.
You weren't to blame if Diaios and Kritolaos were at fault.
When Greeks are in a mood to boast, they'll say
'It's men like those our nation breeds.'
That's how great their praise will be.
Written by an Achaian in Alexandria
during the seventh year of Ptolemy Lathyros' reign.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem