Capitolo 15
Whate'er is moulded and fixed inside the dominant mind of Zeus--
Dark as a solemn grove, with shaded dark leafage,
His/her runs of wind of purpose,
Beautifully to the eye of man
Tormented by him by degrade towering hopes,,
Mortals lies lower part and anchor
Tireless and without effort, he/she works before his/her wish
The divine arm!
God from Your holy place, in calm of the unarmed power,
Produce the action to his/her named time!
Allow him to look down on deadly playfulness!
Here! as the young escort of the line of Belus
He/she persistently asks for me, uncontrolled--
With avarice and bold of madness--
Exhorted above by the stress of sunless of passion--
And, it deceived, it learns the prey too late it has 'the scaped
their taking!
Ah, listening, listening my sorrowful history,
The words of my pain, mine to whine acute and crying!
The pain of Ah, pain of ah!
Strongly with complaint the use of accents,
And from my living lips my his/her own flow of I sing funeral sad!
Or Apian disembarks of hill and valley,
You the kennest anchor, Or it disembarks, this faltered foreign moan--
Have the mercy, feel my prayer!
Here, as I lacerate again, again, and torn
My plotted raiment, and from by my hair
Throw the veil of Sidonian!
Ah, but if smiled of fortune, if died is driven away,
Voted rites, with anxious alacrity we to the of the will pay!
Alas, alas again!
Or does motion wither the waves? and what will it loosen the pain?
Or Apian disembarks of hill and valley,
You the kennest anchors, Or disembarks, this faltered foreign moan!
Have the mercy, feel my prayer!
Here, as I lacerate again, again, and torn
My plotted raiment, and from by my hair
Throw the veil of Sidonian!
The oar that spreads, the barking with plotted sail,
From what the sea foamed again,
Sped me, unharmed of storms, along the footstep of the breeze--
Both it unblamed of me!
But ah, the end, the end of my emprise!