But Achilles kept on weeping, remembering his dear companion. All-conquering Sleep could not overcome him, as he tossed and turned, longing for manly, courageous, strong Patroclus, thinking of all he’d done with him, all the pain they’d suffered, as they’d gone through wars with other men and with the perilous sea. As he kept remembering, he cried heavy tears, sometimes lying on his side, 10 sometimes on his back or on his face. Then he’d get up, [10] to wander in distress, back and forth along the shore.
