1 You are the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, flying far out to sea, and happy all alone.
2 Then Telemachus went all alone by the sea side, washed his hands in the grey waves, and prayed to Minerva.
3 There is an old immortal who lives under the sea hereabouts and whose name is Proteus.
4 A third Achaean leader is still at sea, alive, but hindered from returning.
5 Meantime the suitors went on board and sailed their ways over the sea, intent on murdering Telemachus.
6 If some god wrecks me when I am on the sea, I will bear it and make the best of it.
7 How black is Jove making heaven with his clouds, and what a sea the winds are raising from every quarter at once.
8 The sea took the raft and tossed it about as Autumn winds whirl thistledown round and round upon a road.
9 Here at last Ulysses' knees and strong hands failed him, for the sea had completely broken him.
10 On this they uncovered their heads upon the sea shore and admired the stag, for he was indeed a splendid fellow.
11 I agreed to this, so I went back to the sea shore, and found the men at the ship weeping and wailing most piteously.
12 While still at sea in my ship I could bear the cattle lowing as they came home to the yards, and the sheep bleating.
13 By this time my deep sleep had left me, and I turned back to the ship and to the sea shore.
14 As he spoke he crossed the threshold, and Alcinous sent a man to conduct him to his ship and to the sea shore.
15 Thereon, when they began rowing out to sea, Ulysses fell into a deep, sweet, and almost deathlike slumber.