regna Neoptolemi referam versosque penatis Idomenei? Libycone habitantis litore Locros? invidisse deos, patriis ut redditus aris coniugium optatum et pulchram Calydona viderem? nunc etiam horribili visu portenta sequuntur et socii amissi petierunt aethera pennis fluminibusque vagantur aves (heu, dira meorum supplicia!) et scopulos lacrimosis vocibus implent.
Need I relate the downfall of the kingdom of Neoptolemus and the destruction of Idomeneus' home, or the story of the Locrians residing on the shore of Libya? It is astonishing that the gods envy my reunion with my country's altars, the long-awaited sight of my wife, and beautiful Calydon. Even now, frightening signs continue to haunt me; my lost comrades have either flown to the heavens or dwell in the streams like birds- a punishment that my people justly deserved- and they fill the cliffs with their mournful shrieks.