Wine gives strength to weary men.
The roaring seas and many a dark range of mountains lie between us.
For I am yearning to visit the limits of the all-nurturing Earth, and Oceans, from whom the gods are sprung.
The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.
There is a fullness of all things, even of sleep and love.
Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.