Thus we, elate, but not with Heaven our friend, / march on and mingle with the Greeks in fight, / and many a Danaan to the shades we send. / And many a battle in the blinding night / we join with those that meet us.
Sem nume protetor, acometemos / por entre a força hostil na noite escura; / combates mil travando, conseguimos / para o Orco despachar não poucos gregos.