Capitolo 35
Since the day the shoreward-thrown ones
Cables shook and they flank on line
Being standing ahead for Ilion
The long helmets took the salty water
[_Antistrophe 1._
And in harbour--mine his/her own eye
Hath saw--again they lies;
He/she anchors that music of hidden lyreless
You still whisper they put in words of sick,
'Tis the soul of me the unbidden,
As of the Fury pain-dominated,
Crying on things that die.
Any waketh in my sense
Never the dear trust of Hope;
For this meat among which it groans,
And these bones that you/they know about Sin,
This launched heart on the flood
Of a whirpool that is the Fate,
These don't certainly lie. He/she anchors deep
Under of the hope my run of doth of prayer,
All will die as you dream, and creeping
To the unthought of and not fact.
[_Strophe 2._
--Certainly of great Weal at the end of everybody
It doesn't come to Contained; so near doths Have the fever the to crawl,
Neighbour nearby, pressing very hard the narrow wall.
--The pain to him who doesn't fear the fate!
'Tis the ship that directed right
Sweepeth, strikes the bluff under;
He who the fears and it illuminates weight,
Throwing before, in measured throw,
From the wealth its haths of the hand got...
Its whole ship won't sink,
With overfraught of abundance,
Neither deep seas above of him the flow.
--Here, when stalketh of famine nearby,
A good gift of Zeus again
From the one year-old furrows
Rapid Endeth the hungry pain;
[_Antistrophe 2._
--But once the blood of death is fallen, black
And filtering to the feet of a killed man alack!
From spell or singing that it will enchant again him?
--One there were of old man that showed
You equip the run from death to day;
But Zeus, lifting on his/her rod,
It didn't save, when he debited him stay.
--Rescue that every decree of God
Hath from the other decrees his/her way