O retorno de Ulisses/ A súplica de Eurímaco

While dying upon his own blood, 
A plea is heard from Eurymachus to the king, 
Who stares at those present in the hall ahead
With fury, ruthlessness, and growing disdain.

"O man who takes my life away,
I ask but one thing today. 
You refuse not the wish of the fallen,
A just ruler in goodness calling.

You know my father is aged, old,
Of advanced years, and fearful, so bold
To lose his son and leave him unrolled.
Send me, then, in death to his side,
To my father's house,where he doth abide.

I die now, do not let, oh king,
My plea be forgotten.Well knowing 
The evil I did and the harm I bringing.
Forgive me, I ask a final time."

Just like Aeneas, strong Roman brave,
Ice is his heart, no room to save
Space for mercy, remorse, or contrition,
Ulisses replies with a brief moral mission:

"Die, wicked man who caused me pain,
Each one has paid for his sin's domain.
The gods allow no injustice there,
In fate each one has their rightful share."

Eurymachus dies without knowing at last
If with his own he will breathe in the past.
In the world of Hades, the underworld waits,
In punishments operating its gates.

Each one pays for what they do,
Never think to flee anew;
Of the lot that falls to your name,
Either way you perish the same.