692Stretched across a Sicilian bay lies an island, facing wave-beaten Plemyrium; 693men of old named it Ortygia. 694The story is that Alpheus, the river of Elis, forced a secret path here beneath the sea; 695and now, Arethusa, through your mouth he mingles with the Sicilian waves. 697As ordered, we venerate the great powers of the place; 697and from there I pass the rich soil of marshy Helorus. 699From here we skim the high cliffs and jutting rocks of Pachynus, and in the distance appears Camerina, never permitted by the fates to be moved, and the Geloan plains, and huge Gela, called after the name of its river. 703Then steep Acragas shows its mighty walls far off, once the breeder of high-spirited horses; 705and with the winds granted I leave you, palm-bearing Selinus, and thread the shallows of Lilybaeum, hard with hidden rocks.
707From here the harbour of Drepanum and its joyless coast receive me. 708Here, after being driven by so many storms of the sea, alas, I lose my father, relief of every care and misfortune, Anchises: here, best of fathers, you abandon me in my weariness, alas, rescued in vain from such great dangers! 712Neither the seer Helenus, though he warned of many horrors, foretold this grief to me, nor dread Celaeno. 714This was my last trial, this the goal of my long journeys. 715When I had departed from there, a god drove me to your shores.