What Is The Best Translation Of The Iliad And The Odyssey Book?
Any fellow mythology lovers know which Iliad and Odyssey translations feel most epic and true to the original Greek while still being readable for a modern audience?
2026-07-27 02:59:19
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Malyn Lisondra Sab
A modern prose translation which is equally good and readable is that by Robert Fagles. It preserves the epic scale and musicality of the original and, at the same time, avoids anachronisms. His translations even drew me further into the subject of the ancient warrior cultures and I ended up reading ‘The Loyal Spartan’, a webnovel which transposes these themes of brotherhood and impossible duty to a modern sci-fi setting, focusing on a genetically engineered warrior and his fight between his programming and his growing humanity.
2026-08-01
Yurit
There are plenty of “unread” classics to look out for as well as new translations in progress. As for a possible new translation of the ‘Iliad’ by Emily Wilson pending, it will be interesting to see who will be the next scholar or poet to tackle the work and bring their unique perspective to it.
For now, the various translations are ours to read. In time, no doubt, another translation will be published which will seem better than the previous best. And so the conversation will continue, and the old poems will seem new again.
2026-07-28
Rabia Rasool
Fagles. Read that. Those are the best translations of Homer that I have ever read. After reading those, I actually became a fan of the old Greek. The other translations are all good for different reasons but none of them are as good as Fagles for simply reading and enjoying. The Penguin Deluxe editions of the translations (black covers) are also extremely beautiful and should be purchased to be kept on your shelf forever.
2026-07-28
Willow
I love reading epic poetry, and for me, there is no better work of epic poetry than ‘The Iliad’ and ‘The Odyssey’ by Homer. While there are many translations of both works, each translator has their own unique take, and there are many that are far better than others. My personal favorite for timeless beauty is Robert Fagles, as he has written in a rich and poetic style that evokes the timelessness of the work and brings you into his world. A more recent translation of ‘The Odyssey’ is by feminist writer, Emily Wilson, and it is a complete revelation – as she takes on the centuries of male authors and gives a brand new, sharp and clear version of Homer’s work. Then there’s Stanley Lombardo who has written the two epics in a very direct style, almost like a novel. He’s written them in such a way that they read very fast. My other favorite translator is Richmond Lattimore, as he managed to translate Homer into what is essentially ancient Greek, so if you don’t know any Greek, this is the way to go. In reality, it’s best to read many versions of both epic poems to get the best sense of the work as a whole.
2026-07-29
Asia
I am also interested in the translation decisions that portray a character differently than in the original. In Fagles’ translation of Odysseus, the hero is portrayed as “the man of twists and turns” indicating his clever strategic nature. In contrast, Wilson’s translation calls Odysseus “complicated” which is a more psychological term than his clever strategic nature in Fagles’ translation. In Lombardo’s translation, Odysseus is a gritty fighter who is trying to survive his journey home.
I am left with a strong impression of just how the choices of a translator determine how we perceive a character. The ‘true’ Odysseus does not exist in English; he resides between all of the possible translations of the poem. Thus in choosing a translation of the Odyssey, we are choosing the journey of a particular Odysseus: epic hero, complicated man, or gritty and savvy fighter?
2026-07-29
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