ὣς φάτο, τὸν δ᾽ ἄχεος νεφέλη ἐκάλυψε μέλαινα:
ἀμφοτέρῃσι δὲ χερσὶν ἑλὼν κόνιν αἰθαλόεσσαν
χεύατο κὰκ κεφαλῆς, χαρίεν δ᾽ ᾔσχυνε πρόσωπον:
νεκταρέῳ δὲ χιτῶνι μέλαιν᾽ ἀμφίζανε τέφρη
[Iliad. 18.22-25]
He spoke thus and a black cloud of grief overcame him,
and he took dust up in his hands and poured it over his head
he contorted his handsome face and the black ash settled
on his fragrant shirt.
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