Aeneid II Line 298 - 317

diverso interea miscentur moenia luctu,

Meanwhile the walls were beset with distant lamentation,

et magis atque magis, quamquam secreta parentis​ Anchisae domus arboribusque obtecta recessit, 300​

and more and more, although the home of my father Anchises was set apart​ and stood back, concealed by trees,​

clarescunt sonitus armorumque ingruit horror.​

the sounds became clearer and the clashing of arms rushed forward. ​

excutior somno et summi fastigia tecti​ ascensu supero atque arrectis auribus asto:​

I shook myself from sleep and I went over the roof-gables of the highest roof​ with a climb and I stood with alert ears:​

in segetem veluti cum flamma furentibus Austris​

just as when a flame falls upon the crop-field with the raging South-Winds,​

incidit, aut rapidus montano flumine torrens 305​

or a rushing torrent from a mountain river ​

sternit agros, sternit sata laeta boumque labores​

crushes the fields, crushes the happy crops and the labours of the oxen​

praecipitesque trahit silvas; stupet inscius alto​ accipiens sonitum saxi de vertice pastor.​

and drags the forests headlong; the unaware shepherd,​ hearing the sound from the tall summit of a rock, is astonished. ​

tum vero manifesta fides, Danaumque patescunt​ / insidiae.

Then indeed their trustworthiness was evident, and the tricks of the Greeks ​become clear.

iam Deiphobi dedit ampla ruinam / Volcano superante domus, iam proximus ardet​ / Ucalegon;

Now the spacious house of Deiphobus collapsed ​as fire overpowered it, now neighbouring Ucalegon’s burned;​

Sigea igni freta lata relucent.

the wide straits of Sigeum gleamed with fire.​

exoritur clamorque virum clangorque tubarum.​

The noise of men and the clanging of war trumpets arose.​

arma amens capio; nec sat rationis in armis,​

Out of my mind, I seized my weapons; and there was not enough sense in weapons.​

sed glomerare manum bello et concurrere in arcem / cum sociis ardent animi;

but my soul burned to assemble a band of men for war and to charge into the citadel​ with my allies;

 furor iraque mentem​ / praecipitat, pulchrumque mori succurrit in armis.​

rage and anger scrambled my thinking,​ and it occurred to me that it would be beautiful to die in battle.​