Capitolo 21
It now swore conspiracy and it hocked their faith,
Wasting the Argives brought with toil and war.
Night and the great horror of the rising wave
Come to o'er the gusts and we that you/they blow from Thrace
Clashed sends with ship and some with bow dipping him
The scudding of Thro goes adrift of spray and rambling storm
Enfeebled, as it diverts from some driven sick shepherd.
And when for a long time the sun of bright rose, we saw
I sea-live her of Aegaean of Th it with flowers of death,
Dead bodies of Greek men and smashed peels.
For us indeed, of the god as good I hold,
Any human power, staid hand on our rudder,
Grabs there or it prayed us from the powers of air,
And it brought our thro of the barking' all, unharmed in peel:
And saving sat Fortune and it governed us fair,
This way that any surge should swallow us deep in salty water,
Neither it grinds our keel on a rocky beach.
Then 'the scaped us death that affixes under of the sea,
But, under the white light in the daytime, mistrustful everybody
Of the smile of fortune, we sat, and we brooded deep,
Shepherds abandoned of thoughts that have wandered wild,
O'er this new pain; for tormented it was our innkeeper,
As ashes it is lost it sprinkled from the pyre.
Of whom if some sharp tug his/her life-breath still,
Is insured well, he holds of us as died,
As us of him any other fate prognosticates.
But rescue of sky everybody! If Menelaus lives,
He won't remain, but it will certainly come:
Therefore if wherever the ray of the tall sun
It perceives him/it on earth, preserved by Zeus,
Who won't dry away still his/her run,
You still Hope there is that of return he is able wend.
Enough--you the hast the truth at the end.
CHOIR
Does say from which the lips the skin of premonition?
Who read too well the future everybody,
And he/she called her/it in his/her Christmas time,,
Helen, his/her bride with war for dowry?
'Twas one of the imperceptible one,
Driving his/her language with prescient power.
On fleet and innkeeper and citadel,
You wage war, jumped by her, and death made lour,