Some say an army of horsemen,
Some of footsoldiers, some a fleet of ships,
Is the loveliest thing on the black earth,
But I say it is what one loves.
It’s very easy to make this clear
Since Helen, she who outshone
All others in beauty, left
The best of all husbands
And sailed to Troy,
Mindful of neither her child
Nor her dear parents.
With one glimpse she was seduced by
Aphrodite. ...[missing text]...
I would much prefer to see the lovely
Way she walks and the radiant glance of her face
Than the war-chariots of the Lydians or
Their footsoldiers in arms.