Easy is the descent to hell; all night long, all day, the doors of dark Hades stand open; but to retrace the path; to come out again to the sweet air of Heaven - there is the task, there is the burden.
Sing in me, muse, of arms and a man, who first from the shores of Troy.
That which an enraged woman can accomplish.
I shudder when relating it.
Fortune sides with he who dares
Your descendants shall gather your fruits.