Simonides – Danae

... when in the chest, intricately fashioned,
the blowing wind
and the sea stirred into motion
cast her down in fear, with cheeks not free from tears
she put her loving arm around Perseus 
and said:
"My child, what pain and trouble I have! But you are asleep,
and in your milk-fed baby's way you slumber
in this cheerless brass-bound box
gleaming amid the night,
 stretched out
under the blue-black gloom.
The thick spray that looms over
your curly head as the wave
passes by means nothing to you,
nor the wind's clamorous voice, as you lie
wrapped
 in a crimson cloak, with only your lovely face showing.
If to you what is fearsome were truly fearsome,
then you would turn that delicate ear
to hear my words.
But I tell you: sleep, my baby!
Let the sea sleep, let this unmeasured evil sleep!
May some shift in purpose appear,
father Zeus, from you;
and if I pray too boldly here,
or ask for other than what is right,
forgive me...."