Zeus and ye other gods,
grant that this my child may likewise prove, 
even as I, pre-eminent amid the Trojans
And some day may some man say of him, as he 
cometh back from war, ‘He is better far than his father’.
Soon will the Achaeans all set upon thee and slay thee.
But for me it were better to go down to the grave
if I lose thee,
for never more shall any comfort be mine
when thou hast met thy fate...
My brave man!
My brave man!
this prowess of thine will be thy doom...
Hector, thou art to me father and queenly mother,
but soon shall I be thy widow.
