O ship, new waves will return you Upon the sea! O, how are you? Boldly Take the port! Do you not see that Your side is stripped of oars,
And your mast is wounded by Africus and your sails lament, and without girding Scarcely is your hull able to endure The mightier ocean?
Your sails are not sound; No timid sailor trusts in your Coloured prow. Unless you are Owed to be mockery for the winds, Beware.
Recently I have had concern tiring to me, Now no light yearning and concern That you might shun the seas, Flowing among the shining Cyclades.