Had the town any prayers to offer?
I saw the town, the brave town.
I saw the Achaeans, too.
Sing of the Achaeans' might! Tell!
The Achaeans sacked the town!
Under it — under the Achaeans — the age of prayers was sacked.
In the sacked town, I offer two prayers — of the town, of the Achaeans. Of the two I sing.
