But when our ship had left the current of the river Oceanusand had come to the swell of the wide-wayed seaand to the island of Aeaea, where the house and dancing-groundsof early-born Dawn are, and the risings of the Sun,there we came and beached our ship upon the sands,and we ourselves disembarked upon the breaking shore of the sea;and there we fell into a deep sleep and awaited the divine Dawn.
And when early-born, rosy-fingered Dawn appeared,I sent my comrades to the halls of Circeto fetch the body of the dead Elpenor.Then, swiftly cutting logs of wood where the headland rose highest,we buried him, grieving, shedding warm tears.And when the corpse was burned, along with the dead man's arms,we heaped up a barrow, and dragging a stone slab upon it,we planted his well-fitted oar at the very peak of the tomb.
So we attended to each of these duties; nor did our return from Hadesescape Circe’s notice, but very quicklyshe came, adorned for our arrival; and with her, her handmaidens broughtbread and much meat and gleaming red wine.And standing in our midst, the brightest of goddesses spoke:
"Rash men, you who have gone down living to the house of Hades,twice-doomed to die, while other men die but once.But come, eat this food and drink this winehere for the whole day; and as soon as dawn appears,you shall sail; and I myself will show you the way and make each thingclear, so that you do not, through some cruel mischance,suffer any painful harm, whether on the sea or on the land."
So she spoke, and our proud hearts were persuaded.Thus for the whole day long, until the setting of the sun,we sat feasting on boundless meat and sweet wine;but when the sun went down and darkness fell,my men lay down to sleep beside the ship's stern-cables,but she took me by the hand, and leading me away from my dear comrades,had me sit, and lay down beside me and asked of all that had passed;and I told her everything in its proper order.Then the revered Circe spoke to me and said:
"So all these things have been brought to pass. Now listento what I shall tell you, and a god himself will help you remember.First you will come to the Sirens, who bewitch allmen who happen to approach them.Whoever draws near in his ignorance and hears the voiceof the Sirens, for him his wife and infant childrenwill never stand to welcome him home, nor do they rejoice;for the Sirens bewitch him with their clear-toned song,as they sit in a meadow; and all around is a great heap of bonesof men left to rot, and about the bones the skin shrivels.But you must row past, and anoint the ears of your comradesafter kneading honey-sweet wax, so that none of the othersmay hear. But if you yourself wish to listen,have them bind you in the swift ship by your hands and feet,upright in the mast-step, and let the rope ends be tied to the mast itself,so that you may delight in hearing the Sirens' voice.And if you should implore your men and command them to free you,then let them bind you fast in yet more bonds.
But when your comrades have rowed past them,from that point I will not tell you in detailwhich of two ways will be yours, but you yourselfmust decide in your own heart. I shall tell you of both.On one side there are overhanging rocks, and against themthe great wave of dark-eyed Amphitrite roars loudly;the blessed gods call these the Wandering Rocks.By that way not even winged things may pass, not even the timorousdoves that carry ambrosia to Father Zeus,but the sheer rock always snatches one of them away;yet the Father sends another to make their number whole again.And by that way no ship of men has ever escaped that has once come there,but the waves of the sea and storms of destructive firecarry away the timbers of the ships and the bodies of the men together.Only one sea-going ship has ever sailed past there,the Argo, famed in all men's songs, on her voyage from Aeetes;and even she would have been quickly dashed there against the great rocks,but Hera sent her through, for Jason was dear to her.
But the other way has two cliffs; one of them reaches the broad heavenswith its sharp peak, and a dark blue cloud envelops it,which never disperses, nor does clear sky evergrace its summit, neither in summer nor in autumn.No mortal man could ever ascend or set foot upon it,not even if he had twenty hands and as many feet;for the rock is smooth, as if polished all around.And in the middle of the cliff there is a misty cave,turned toward the west, toward Erebus; and it is this way that youshould steer your hollow ship, glorious Odysseus.Not even a strong man shooting with a bow from the hollow shipcould reach the deep cave.Therein dwells Scylla, yelping terribly.Her voice is no louder than that of a newborn pup,but she herself is an evil monster; no one wouldrejoice at the sight of her, not even if a god should meet her.She has twelve feet, all of them dangling and misshapen,and six immensely long necks, and on each neckis a grisly head, and in it are three rows of teeth,thick-set and crowded, full of black death.Her lower half is sunk down within the hollow cave,but she holds her heads out from the dreadful chasm,and there she fishes, searching hungrily around the cliff,for dolphins or dogfish, or if she can catch some largerbeast, of which the ever-moaning Amphitrite feeds countless thousands.By this way sailors can never boast that they have fledpast her unharmed with their ship; for with each of her heads she carries offa man, snatching him from the dark-prowed ship.
The other cliff you will see is lower, Odysseus,close to the first; you could shoot an arrow across.On it there is a great wild fig-tree, rich in leaves;and beneath it divine Charybdis sucks down the black water.Three times a day she spews it forth, and three times she sucks it downterribly. May you not be there when she sucks it in;for not even the Earth-Shaker could save you from that evil.No, you must hug Scylla's cliff and swiftlydrive your ship past; for it is far betterto mourn six comrades in your ship than all of them at once."
So she spoke, and I, distraught, answered her:"Come, goddess, tell me this truly:could I somehow flee from the baleful Charybdis,and yet fend off that other one, when she tries to harm my comrades?"
So I spoke, and the brightest of goddesses answered at once:"Stubborn man, must your mind always be on the deeds of warand on hardship? Will you not yield even to the immortal gods?For she is not mortal, but an immortal affliction,terrible, grievous, and savage, one that cannot be fought.There is no defense; to flee from her is the bravest course.For if you linger to arm yourself by the rock,I fear that she may lunge forth once again and seize youwith as many heads, and snatch away as many men.No, row with all your might, and call upon Crataeis,the mother of Scylla, who bore her as a plague to mortals;she will then keep her from lunging out a second time.
Then you will reach the island of Thrinacia; there manykine of Helios and his sturdy sheep are grazing.Seven herds of kine, and as many fair flocks of sheep,with fifty in each. They bear no young,nor do they ever die. And their shepherds are goddesses,the nymphs with lovely tresses, Phaethusa and Lampetie,whom divine Neaera bore to Helios Hyperion.After their revered mother had borne and raised them,she sent them to the island of Thrinacia to dwell afar,to guard their father's sheep and his crook-horned kine.If you leave these unharmed and think only of your return,you may yet reach Ithaca, though after much suffering;but if you harm them, then I foretell destructionfor your ship and your comrades. And if you yourself should escape,you will return late and in misery, having lost all your comrades."
So she spoke, and at once came golden-throned Dawn.Then the brightest of goddesses departed up the island;but I went to my ship and urged my comradesto embark themselves and to loose the stern-cables.They boarded swiftly and sat down at the benches,and sitting in order, they struck the gray sea with their oars.And behind our dark-prowed shipa sail-filling wind began to blow, a welcome companion,sent by Circe of the lovely tresses, the dread goddess with a human voice.At once we made all the tackle fast throughout the shipand sat down; and the wind and the helmsman kept her course.Then, with a heavy heart, I spoke among my comrades:
"My friends, it is not right that only one or two of us should knowthe prophecies that Circe, brightest of goddesses, told to me.Therefore I will tell you, so that knowing our fate we may either dieor, avoiding it, perhaps escape death and doom.First, she bids us avoid the voice of the divineSirens and their flowery meadow.She bade me alone to hear their voice; but you must with a harshbond bind me, so that I remain fast where I am,upright in the mast-step, and let the rope ends be tied to the mast itself.And if I should implore you and command you to set me free,then you must constrain me with yet more bonds."
Thus I explained each thing and laid it before my comrades.Meanwhile our well-built ship swiftly reachedthe island of the two Sirens, for a favorable wind drove her on.Then at once the wind ceased and a calm came on,
a windless stillness, for a divinity had lulled the waves to sleep.My comrades rose and furled the ship's sail,and stowed it in the hollow ship, and then, at their oars,they whitened the water with the blades of polished fir.But I took a great wheel of wax and with my sharp bronze swordcut it into small pieces and kneaded them with my strong hands.Soon the wax grew warm, for my great strength compelled it,as did the rays of the lord Sun, son of Hyperion.In turn, I anointed the ears of all my comrades.And they bound me in the ship, both hands and feet,upright in the mast-step, and fastened the rope ends to the mast;and they themselves, sitting down, struck the gray sea with their oars.But when we were as far off as a man's voice can carry,sailing swiftly on, the swift-faring ship did not escape their noticeas it drew near, and they raised their clear-toned song:
"Come hither, much-praised Odysseus, great glory of the Achaeans,stay your ship, so that you may listen to our two voices.For no man has ever sailed past this place in his black shipbefore he has heard the honey-sweet voice from our mouths,but he goes on his way delighted, and knowing more than before.For we know all the things that in wide Troythe Argives and Trojans suffered through the will of the gods,and we know all that comes to pass on the all-nurturing earth."
So they spoke, sending forth their beautiful voice; and my heartyearned to listen, and I commanded my comrades to free me,signaling with my brows; but they bent to their oars and rowed on.And at once Perimedes and Eurylochus rose upand bound me with more ropes and drew them tighter.But when they had rowed past them, and we could no longerhear the Sirens' voice or their song,my trusty comrades quickly took away the waxwith which I had anointed their ears, and freed me from my bonds.
But when we had left the island behind, at onceI saw smoke and a great wave, and I heard a booming sound.My men were so afraid that the oars flew from their hands,and all went splashing in the current; and the ship was held fastright there, since they no longer drove the long oars with their hands.But I went through the ship and roused my comrades,standing by each man and speaking with gentle words:
"My friends, we are not, after all, unacquainted with evils.Surely this evil is no greater than when the Cyclops,with his mighty strength, imprisoned us in his hollow cave;but even from there, through my valor, counsel, and wit,we escaped, and I believe you will remember these things as well.So come now, let us all do as I say.You, sitting at the benches, strike the deepsurf of the sea with your oar-blades, to see if somehow Zeuswill grant that we escape and avoid this destruction.And to you, helmsman, I give this command; lay it to heart,since you wield the rudder of our hollow ship:keep the ship well away from this smoke and this wave,and hug the cliff, lest you forgetand she swerve that way, and you cast us all into ruin."
So I spoke, and they quickly obeyed my words.But I did not speak of Scylla, that helpless anguish,fearing that my comrades, in their terror, might stoprowing, and huddle together inside the ship.And in that moment I forgot Circe's grievous command,for she had told me by no means to arm myself;but I put on my glorious armor and, taking two longspears in my hands, went up onto the ship's foredeck,for from there I expected Scylla of the rock to first appear,she who brought my comrades such woe.But I could not spy her anywhere; and my eyes grew wearyfrom gazing everywhere at the misty rock.
Then we sailed up the narrow strait, lamenting;for on one side was Scylla, and on the other divine Charybdisterribly sucked down the salt water of the sea.When she vomited it forth, like a cauldron over a great fire,she would seethe and swirl in turmoil; and the spray on highwould fall upon the peaks of both the cliffs.But when she sucked down the salt water of the sea,the whole inside of her was revealed in turmoil, and the rock aroundroared terribly, and below, the earth was laid bare,dark with sand; and pale fear seized my men.We looked toward her, fearing our destruction;and in that moment Scylla snatched from my hollow ship six of my comrades,who were the best in strength of hand and might.Glancing toward the swift ship and at my comrades,I saw their feet and hands already high above me,being lifted aloft; and they were calling out to me,shouting my name, for that last time, in the anguish of their hearts.And as a fisherman on a jutting rock with a very long rod,casting his bait as a lure for the smaller fish,sends the horn of a field-dwelling ox down into the sea,and then, seizing a writhing fish, flings it ashore,so were they lifted, writhing, up toward the rocks.And there at her entrance she devoured them as they shrieked,stretching their hands out to me in their dreadful struggle.That was the most pitiful sight my eyes have ever beheldof all the things I suffered while searching out the pathways of the sea.
But when we had escaped the rocks, and the dreadful Charybdisand Scylla, we came at once to the flawless island of the god;and there were the fair, wide-browed kine,and the many sturdy sheep of Helios Hyperion.Then, while I was still upon the sea in my black ship,I heard the lowing of the cattle as they were being stalledand the bleating of the sheep; and into my heart there fell the wordsof the blind prophet, Teiresias of Thebes,and of Circe of Aeaea, who had very strictly charged meto shun the island of Helios, who brings delight to mortals.Then, with a heavy heart, I spoke among my comrades:
"Listen to my words, my comrades, though you suffer grievously,so I may tell you the prophecies of Teiresiasand of Circe of Aeaea, who very strictly charged meto shun the island of Helios, who brings delight to mortals;for there, she said, our most dreadful evil was to be.No, drive the black ship past this island."
So I spoke, and their very hearts were broken within them.And at once Eurylochus answered me with a hateful speech:
"You are a hard man, Odysseus; your strength is beyond measure, and your limbsnever tire. Truly all your parts must be forged of iron,you who will not allow your comrades, worn out with toil and sleep,to set foot on land, where once again, on this sea-girt island,we might prepare a savory supper.Instead you bid us wander blindly on through the swift night,driven from the island and onto the misty sea.It is from the nights that harsh winds arise, the ruin of ships.How could anyone escape utter destruction,if a squall of wind should suddenly come,either of the South Wind or the ill-blowing West, which most of allshatter a ship, against the will of the lord gods?No, let us now obey the black nightand prepare our supper, remaining by the swift ship;and at dawn we shall embark and put out on the broad sea."
So spoke Eurylochus, and the other comrades approved.And then I knew that a divinity was indeed devising evil,and speaking to him, I uttered these winged words:
"Eurylochus, you all conspire against me, being but one man.But come now, swear me a binding oath, all of you:if we should find a herd of cattle or a great flock of sheep,that no one, in his wicked recklessness,will kill a single cow or sheep; but instead, eatin peace the food that immortal Circe gave us."
So I spoke, and they at once swore the oath as I commanded.And when they had sworn and completed the oath,we moored our well-built ship in a hollow harbor,near a spring of sweet water, and my comrades disembarkedfrom the ship, and then skillfully prepared their supper.But when they had put aside their desire for food and drink,they fell to remembering their dear comrades and wept for them,those whom Scylla had eaten, snatched from the hollow ship;and as they wept, sweet sleep came over them.And when it was the third watch of the night, and the stars had passed their zenith,Zeus the cloud-gatherer roused a raging wind against us,with a wondrous tempest, and covered over with cloudsthe earth and sea alike; and night rushed down from the sky.
And when early-born, rosy-fingered Dawn appeared,we moored our ship, drawing her into a hollow cave,where there were fair dancing-grounds and seats for the Nymphs;and then I called an assembly and spoke to them all:
"My friends, in our swift ship there is food and drink;let us keep our hands from these kine, lest we suffer for it.For these are the kine and sturdy sheep of a dread god,Helios, who sees all things and hears all things."
So I spoke, and their proud hearts were persuaded.But for a whole month the South Wind blew without ceasing, and no otherwind arose at all, save only the East and the South.As long as my men had bread and red wine,so long did they keep their hands from the kine, for they longed to live.But when all the provisions in the ship were exhausted,and they were forced to roam about in search of prey,fish and birds, whatever came to their hands,with bent hooks, for hunger tormented their bellies;then I went up the island to pray to the gods,in hope that one of them might show me a way to return.And when, walking through the island, I had gone far from my comrades,I washed my hands in a place that was sheltered from the wind,and prayed to all the gods who hold Olympus;but they poured a sweet sleep down upon my eyelids.And Eurylochus began to give my comrades evil counsel:
"Listen to my words, my comrades, though you suffer grievously.All forms of death are hateful to wretched mortals,but to die of hunger and meet one's doom is the most pitiful.So come, let us drive off the best of the kine of Heliosand sacrifice them to the immortals who hold the broad heavens.And if we ever reach Ithaca, our native land,we will at once build a rich temple to Helios Hyperion,and in it we will place many fine treasures.But if, in his anger over his straight-horned kine,he should wish to destroy our ship, and the other gods consent,I would rather gasp my life away once in the wavesthan be slowly wasted away on a desolate island."
So spoke Eurylochus, and the other comrades approved.At once they drove off the best of the kine of Heliosfrom nearby—for not far from the dark-prowed shipthe fair, crook-horned, wide-browed kine were grazing—and standing around them, they prayed to the gods,plucking tender leaves from a tall oak,for they had no white barley on their well-benched ship.And when they had prayed and had slaughtered and flayed the kine,they cut out the thigh-bones and covered them in a layer of fat,making a double fold, and laid raw slices upon them.And they had no wine to pour over the burning sacrifice,so they made libations with water and roasted all the entrails.But when the thigh-bones were burned and they had tasted the vitals,they sliced up the rest and spitted it on skewers.
And then the sweet sleep fled from my eyelids,and I went on my way to the swift ship and the shore of the sea.But when I was near the curved ship on my way,the sweet aroma of roasting fat drifted around me,and I groaned and cried out to the immortal gods:
"Father Zeus, and you other blessed gods who live forever,truly it was to my ruin that you lulled me into a cruel sleep,while my comrades, remaining behind, have plotted a monstrous deed."
And a swift messenger came to Helios Hyperion,long-robed Lampetie, to say that we had slain his kine.And at once, enraged in his heart, he spoke among the immortals:
"Father Zeus, and you other blessed gods who live forever, -take vengeance now on the comrades of Odysseus, son of Laertes,who have insolently slain my kine, in which Iused to rejoice as I went up into the starry heavens,and again when I turned back toward the earth from the heavens.And if they do not pay a fitting penalty for my kine,I will go down to the house of Hades and shine among the dead."
And Zeus the cloud-gatherer spoke to him in reply:"Helios, for your part, continue to shine among the immortalsand upon the grain-giving earth for mortal men;as for them, I shall soon strike their swift ship with a white-hot thunderboltand shatter it to pieces in the midst of the wine-dark sea."
These things I heard from Calypso of the lovely tresses;and she said that she herself had heard them from Hermes the messenger.
But when I had come down to the ship and to the sea,I rebuked them one after another, standing by each man; but we could findno remedy, for the kine were already dead.And then the gods at once began to show portents to my men:the hides began to creep, and the meats on the spits began to bellow,both the roasted and the raw; and there was a sound as of cattle lowing.
For six days then my trusty comradesfeasted, having driven off the best of the kine of Helios.But when Zeus, son of Cronos, brought on the seventh day,then the wind ceased its raging tempest,and we at once embarked and put out on the broad sea,having set up the mast and hoisted the white sails.
But when we had left the island and no otherland appeared, but only sky and sea,then the son of Cronos set a dark blue cloudabove our hollow ship, and the sea grew dark beneath it.The ship did not run on for very long; for quickly camethe shrieking West Wind, blowing with a great tempest.The gale of the wind snapped both the forestays of the mast,and the mast fell backward, and all its riggingwas flung into the bilge; and at the stern of the ship the maststruck the head of the helmsman and crushed the bonesof his skull all at once; and like a diverhe fell from the deck, and his proud spirit left his bones.And Zeus thundered and at the same time hurled a bolt upon the ship,and she, struck by the thunderbolt of Zeus, shuddered from stem to stern,and was filled with the smoke of sulfur; and my comrades fell from the ship.Like sea-crows they were borne on the waves around the blackship, and the god snatched away their day of homecoming.
But I kept pacing through the ship, until the surge tore the sidesaway from the keel; and the wave carried it along, stripped bare,and snapped the mast from it at the keel; but upon the mastthe backstay had been thrown, made of oxhide;with this I bound them both together, the keel and the mast,and sitting on these, I was borne on by the deadly winds.
Then, to be sure, the West Wind ceased its raging tempest,but the South Wind came swiftly, bringing sorrow to my heart,that I should have to measure my way back to the baleful Charybdis.All night long I was borne, and at the rising of the sunI came to the cliff of Scylla and to the dreaded Charybdis.She was just then sucking down the salt water of the sea;but I, flinging myself high up toward the tall wild fig-tree,clung fast to it like a bat; but I had no wayto get a firm footing or to climb upon it;for its roots were far below, and its branches were out of reach,long and great, and they overshadowed Charybdis.I clung on steadfastly, until she should vomit backthe mast and keel again; and to my longing they came,though late; at the hour when a man rises from the assembly for his supper,after judging the many quarrels of young men who seek his counsel,at that hour the timbers appeared from out of Charybdis.I let go my hands and feet to fall from above,and I came down with a crash in the middle of the water, beyond the long timbers,and sitting on them, I rowed with my hands.But the father of gods and men did not allow Scyllato see me again; for I would not have escaped utter destruction.
From there I was borne for nine days, and on the tenth nightthe gods brought me to the island of Ogygia, where Calypsodwells, she of the lovely tresses, a dread goddess with a human voice,who loved me and cared for me. But why should I tell you this tale?For it was only yesterday I told it in this hallto you and to your noble wife; and it is hateful to meto tell again a story that has already been plainly told."