'The Three Cries of Deiphobus' - Sonnet - Poem by Sri Aurobindo

Awake, awake, O sleeping men of Troy,

That sleep and know not in the grasp of Hell

I perish in the treacherous lonely night

To foes betrayed, environed and undone.

    O Trojans, will ye sleep until the doom

Have slipped its leash and bark upon your doors?

Not long will ye, unless in Pluto’s realm,

Have slumber, since forsaken among foes

I drink the bitter cup of lonely death

Unheeded and from helping faces far.

    O Trojans, Trojans, yet again I call!

Swift help we need or Ilion’s days are done.

Link To Poem: https://incarnateword.in/cwsa/02/the-three-cries-of-deiphobus