The Iliad Robert Fagles Translation Novels & Stories

There he was! “Fuck you” I walked away. “Your bed or mine” “Yours, defiantly yours” He chuckled behind me, “Classic Lilly”

His mouth tilts up in the corner, giving me a sharp grin. “No, no.” I shake my head, my hair falling in front of me. “Homer, he wrote in The Iliad about the natural gases that sprout from the cracks of limestone in the mountains near Olympus. He called them ‘the fire which never goes out.’ I think that’s you.” I recline from him, letting my head hang back, my hands still resting on his chest as I roll my body, experiencing something that feels out of my control. I’m flying, soaring above the clouds.

Below are the transliteration and translation: "To aíma tou fýlaká sou, mátia tis apátis, fos tou fengarioú, fotiá tou íliou. ftiáxe mou éna kleidí gia na anairéso ta desmá. ftiáxe mou éna kleidí gia na lýso tis kleidariés sou. ftiáxe mou éna kleidí gia na eleftheróseis to krátimá sou. Aíma, Órasi, Fos, Fotiá"