Met. 14.154Tālia convexum per iter memorante Sibyllā
155sēdibus Euboicam Stygiīs ēmergit in urbem
Trōius Aenēās sacrīsque ex mōre litātīs
lītora adit nōndum nūtrīcis habentia nōmen.While the Sibyl was recounting such things along the steep path, Trojan Aeneas emerges from the Stygian abodes into the Euboean city, and, having offered sacrifices with favourable omens according to custom, he comes to the shores that did not yet bear his nurse's name. Met. 14.158Hīc quoque substiterat per taedia longa labōrum
Nēritius Macareus, comes experientis Ulixeī;Here too, after the long weariness of his toils, Neritian Macareus had stopped, companion of much-tried Ulysses; Met. 14.160dēsertum quondam mediīs ē rūpibus Aetnae
nōscit Achaemenidēn imprōvīsōque repertum
vīvere mīrātus "quī dē cāsusve deusve
servat, Achaemenidē?he recognises Achaemenides, once abandoned amid the rocks of Etna, and, amazed to find him so unexpectedly alive: 'What chance or what god preserves you, Achaemenides? Met. 14.163cūr" inquit "barbara Grāium
prōra vehit?Why,' he says, 'does a foreign prow carry a Greek? Met. 14.164petitur vestrā quae terra carīnā?"What land is your ship seeking?' Met. 14.165Tālia quaerentī iam nōn hirsūtus amictū,
iam suus et spīnīs cōnsertō tegmine nūllīs,
fātur Achaemenidēs: "Iterum Polyphēmon et illōs
adspiciam fluidōs hūmānō sanguine rictūs,
hāc mihi sī potior domus est Ithacīque carīna,
170sī minus Aenēān veneror genitōre nec umquam
esse satis poterō, praestem licet omnia, grātus.To these questions Achaemenides, no longer shaggy in his clothing, now his own man again, his covering no longer pinned together with thorns, replies: 'May I look again upon Polyphemus and those jaws dripping with human blood, if my home and the Ithacan's ship are dearer to me than this ship, if I revere Aeneas less than my father; nor shall I ever be able to be grateful enough, though I should give everything.
Met. 14.172Quod loquor et spīrō caelumque et sīdera sōlis
respiciō, possimne ingrātus et impius esse?That I speak and breathe and look up at the sky and the sun's stars, could I be ungrateful and undutiful? Met. 14.174Ille dedit, quod nōn anima haec Cyclōpis in ōra
175vēnit, et ut iam nunc lūmen vītāle relinquam,
aut tumulō aut certē nōn illā condar in alvō.He granted that this life of mine did not pass into the Cyclops' mouth, and even if I were to leave the light of life now, I shall be buried in a tomb, or at least not in that belly. Met. 14.177Quid mihi tunc animī (nisi sī timor abstulit omnem
sēnsum animumque) fuit, cum vōs petere alta relictus
aequora cōnspēxī?What was my state of mind then (unless fear took away all sense and mind) when, left behind, I saw you making for the open sea? Met. 14.179Voluī inclāmāre, sed hostī
180prōdere mē timuī: vestrae quoque clamor Ulixis
paene ratī nocuit.I wanted to shout out, but I feared to betray myself to the enemy: even Ulysses' shouting nearly harmed your ship. Met. 14.181Vīdī, cum monte revulsum
inmānem scopulum mediās permīsit in undās;I saw when he tore a huge crag from the mountain and sent it into the middle of the waves; Met. 14.183vīdī iterum velutī tormentī vīribus ācta
vāsta Gigantēō iaculantem saxa lacertō
185et, nē dēprimeret flūctus ventusve carīnam,
pertimuī, iam mē nōn esse oblītus in illā.I saw him again hurling vast rocks with his giant's arm, as if driven by the force of a catapult, and I was terrified that wave or wind would sink the ship, forgetting that I was no longer on it.
Met. 14.187Ut vērō fuga vōs ā certā morte redūxit,
ille quidem tōtam gemebundus obambulat Aetnam
praetemptatque manū silvās et lūminis orbus
190rūpibus incursat foedātaque bracchia tābō
in mare prōtendēns gentem exsecrātur Achīvam
atque ait: "Ō sī quis referat mihi cāsus Ulixem
aut aliquem ē sociīs, in quem mea saeviat īra,
viscera cuius ēdam, cuius vīventia dextrā
195membra meā laniem, cuius mihi sanguis inundet
guttur et ēlīsī trepident sub dentibus artūs:
quam nūllum aut leve sit damnum mihi lūcis adēmptae!"But when flight had carried you away from certain death, he, groaning, prowls all over Etna and feels his way through the woods with his hand, and, robbed of his eye, stumbles against the rocks, and, stretching out his arms, fouled with gore, towards the sea, he curses the Achaean race and says: "O if some chance would bring Ulysses back to me, or one of his comrades, against whom my anger might rage, whose entrails I might eat, whose living limbs I might tear with my right hand, whose blood might flood my throat, and whose crushed limbs might quiver beneath my teeth: how slight, or none at all, would be the loss of my sight!"
Met. 14.198Haec et plūra ferōx;These things and more he cried in his savagery; Met. 14.198mē lūridus occupat horror
spectantem vultūs etiamnum caede madentēs
200crūdēlēsque manūs et inānem lūminis orbem
membraque et hūmānō concrētam sanguine barbam.a ghastly horror seizes me as I watch his face still dripping with slaughter, and his cruel hands and the empty socket of his eye, and his limbs and his beard matted with human blood. Met. 14.202mors erat ante oculōs, minimum tamen ipsa dolōris:
et iam prēnsūrum, iam nunc mea viscera rēbar
in sua mersūrum, mentīque haerēbat imāgō
205temporis illīus, quō vīdī bīna meōrum
ter quater adflīgī sociōrum corpora terrae,
cum super ipse iacēns hirsūtī mōre leōnis
visceraque et carnēs cumque albīs ossa medullīs
sēmianimēsque artūs avidam condēbat in alvum.Death was before my eyes, yet that itself was the least of my pain: I thought that now he would seize me, now plunge my entrails into his own, and there clung in my mind the image of that time when I saw him dash the bodies of my comrades, two at a time, three and four times against the ground, while he himself, crouching over them like a shaggy lion, stowed in his greedy belly the entrails and the flesh and the bones with their white marrow, and the half-alive limbs.
Met. 14.210Mē tremor invāsit: stābam sine sanguine maestus;Trembling seized me: I stood bloodless and wretched; Met. 14.211mandentemque vidēns ēiectantemque cruentās
ōre dapēs et frusta merō glomerāta vomentem
tālia fingēbam miserō mihi fāta parārī
perque diēs multōs latitāns omnemque tremēscēns
215ad strepitum, mortemque timēns cupidusque morīrī,
glande famem pellēns et mīxtā frondibus herbā,
sōlus, inops, exspēs, lētō poenaeque relictus
hanc procul adspexī longō post tempore nāvem
ōrāvīque fugam gestū ad lītusque cucurrī —
220et mōvī.and seeing him chewing and spitting out the bloody feast from his mouth, and vomiting lumps clotted with wine, I imagined that such a fate was being prepared for wretched me; and for many days, lying hidden and trembling at every sound, fearing death and longing to die, keeping off hunger with acorns and grass mixed with leaves, alone, destitute, hopeless, left to death and punishment, after a long time I saw this ship far off, and begged for escape by gestures, and ran to the shore — and I moved them. Met. 14.220Grāiumque ratis Trōiāna recēpit!A Trojan ship took in a Greek! Met. 14.221Tū quoque pande tuōs, comitum grātissime, cāsūs
et ducis et turbae, quae tēcum est crēdita pontō."You too, dearest of comrades, tell your own adventures and those of your leader and of the band that trusted itself to the sea with you.'