Sirens’ Song (Homer)
Wonder thrives here! Wise and wiley, prized Odysseus,
Great glory of the Achaians, Avast! Set your ship,
Here, by our place, where you can hear our wonderful words.
For up to now, not one blackened ship has driven by
Who has not at least heard our melodious voices
And did not steer cheering to our shore to know much more.
For let us tell you, we knew all that was great in Troy,
We knew of the toil for the goddesses’ desires;
We knew this, and we know all that is borne, that passes
Upon the jagged face of this all nourishing Earth.