Patroclus and Achilles - Take Three

Dūrīs, Achille ex cautibus et gelū

numquam solūtō nāte, movent neque haec

vōcēs bucīnae nōn valentēs

rōbora nec moritūra Achaea?

vī pugnat Ājax Hectoreae tenax

vallō et minātur Trōica pīneō

pūbēs, resistet firma postis

ille diū neque fortis hērōs.

silvās velut cum flamma vorat; velut

nīvēs perennēs Thrēiciae cadunt

ignis furōris semper ardet,

nunc animōs ruit iste nostrōs.

"Achilles, born of the hard crags, born

of ice never-dissolved,

Do neither the failing calls of the war-trumpet,

nor Achaea's picked troops, about to die,

move you?

Stubborn Ajax fights 'gainst Hector's might,

and the Trojan youth threaten the pine-wood

rampart. Now the firm door post will not,

nor will that brave hero, resist for long.

As when a fire devours forests; as

the Thracian snows fall, year-round,

so does the fire of your rage e'er blaze,

(and) now it lays our courage low."