Andromache Poem by Georgios Venetopoulos

Andromache, the young widow of Prince Hector sleeps
in front of the Phthiotis palace hearth, while soothing silence
descends the night, persistently invading from the east,
in her epigrammatic kindness and guidance.

Her mournful thinking wonders round the Stygian ripples
(where meritorious Hector had passed; cause in a duel he was killed
by invincible Achilles, the son of Thetis) ,
hence, a concubine Andromache had become,
of his first born son, Neoptolemus,

By the son of Achilles, she begot Molossus,
a man destined to rule over a strong clan of Greeks,
an ancestor of Olympias, the mother of Alexander;
while his race was meant to abide upon the Northwestern lands,
where the Plutonian kingdoms stemmed.

Andromache sleeps and remembers her son,
(Heroic Neoptolemus departed evermore
to reside on the glooming orchard fields of Hades.)
while noble Helenos of Troy reigns next to her
on the mountainous crags of the Epirus landscapes.

Andromache, the widow of Prince Neoptolemus sleeps
in front of the Dodone palace hearth, while soothing silence
descends the night, persistently invading from the east,
in her epigrammatic kindness and guidance.