Completed!

"When the young Dawn with fingertips of rose
made heaven bright, the Trojan people massed
about Prince Hector's ritual fire.
All being gathered and assembled, first
they quenched the smoking pyre with tawny wine
where ever flames had licked their way, then friends
and brothers picked his white bones from the char
in sorrow, while the tears rolled down their cheeks.
In a golden urn they put the bones,
shrouding the urn with veiling of soft purple.
Then in a grave dug deep they placed it
and heaped it with great stones. The men were quick
to raise the death-mound, while in every quarter
look-outs were posted to ensure against
an Achaean surprise attack. When they had finished
raising the barrow, they returned to Illium,
where all sat down to banquet his honour
in the hall of Priam king.

So they performed
the funeral rite of Hector, tamer of horses."

And with this, I finish the Illiad ... it has been tough.

PS: Just got this wonderful sms from some random person (most prolly, it was one of you homies trying to play your immature, kid-tricks on me), claiming to be a girl, who wanted to get to know me:
"Always make your absence felt, in such a way that somebody misses you, but let not your absence be so long that somebody starts learning to live without you."