ὅν πόλεμος δεδιὼς οὐκ ὤλεσε, νῦν ὑπὸ νούσου
θλίβομαι, ἐν δ᾽ ἰδίῳ τήκομ᾽ ὅλος πολέμῳ.
ἀλλὰ διὰ στέρνων ἴθι φάσγανον ὡς γὰρ ἀριστεὺς
θνῄξομ᾽ ἀπωσάμενος καὶ νόσον ὡς πόλεμον.

— Paton edition

I, whom war dreaded and slew not, am now afflicted
by disease, and waste away by intestine warfare.
Pierce my heart then, sword, for I will die like a
valiant soldier, beating off disease even as I did war.

— Paton edition