Our efforts are those of the unfortunate;
Our efforts are like those of the Trojans
Somewhat we succeed; Somewhat
We regain confidence; and we star
To have courage and high hope
But something always happens and stops us
Achilles in the trench before us
Emerge and with loud crisis terrifies us—
Our efforts are like those of the Trojans
We believe that with resolution and darling
We will alter the blows of destiny
And we stand outside to do battle
But when the great crisis comes
Our darling and resolution vanish
Our soul is agitated , paralyzed
And we run around the walls
Seeking to save ourselves in flight
Nevertheless, our fall is certain. Above,
On the walls, The mourning has already begun
The memories and the sentiments of our days weep
Bitterly Piam and Hecuba weep for us