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Şiir 64

 
Still of your competence ’twas within your household to home me, 160
 
Where I might serve as slave in gladsome service familiar,
 
Laving your snow-white feet in clearest chrystalline waters
 
Or with its purpling gear your couch in company strewing.
 
Yet for what cause should I complain in vain to the winds that unknow me,
 
(I so beside me with grief!) which ne’er of senses endued 165
 
Hear not the words sent forth nor aught avail they to answer?
 
Now be his course well-nigh engaged in midway of ocean,
 
Nor any mortal shape appears in barrens of sea-wrack.
 
Thus at the latest hour with insults over-sufficient
 
E’en to my plaints fere Fate begrudges ears that would hear me. 170
 
Jupiter! Lord of All-might, Oh would in days that are bygone
 
Ne’er had Cecropian poops toucht ground at Gnossian foreshore,
 
Nor to the unconquered Bull that tribute direful conveying
 
Had the false Seaman bound to Cretan island his hawser,
 
Nor had yon evil wight, ’neath shape the softest hard purpose 175
 
Hiding, enjoyed repose within our mansion beguested!
 
Whither can wend I now? What hope lends help to the lost one?
 
Idomenean mounts shall I scale? Ah, parted by whirlpools
 
Widest, yon truculent main where yields it power of passage?
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