Innocent Troy was betrayed;
The king died with the flower of his Trojans,
and with blood they stained inhumanly
the Greeks, from the feet to the forehead.
Between the cwee[omg and the cries of the people
enemy hands finally burned
walls and temples and the vain gods,
the towers and the eminent fortress.
But the queen and her faithful companions,
slaves of arrogant lords,
they went off to give to foreign lands;
And on the shores of the resonant seas
sat down to mourn the prisoners.
The pale countenance returns to Ilion.