Songweaving Goddess　speak the memory
Of that man: waymaker　of words and deeds,
Wanderer harrowed　through the world and the years
After sacking the sacred　stronghold of Ilium
And many a man　of many a land
Whose cities he beheld,　whose hearts he grasped,
And many the nights'　misery in the fathoms
Of his spirit at sea　struggling for nothing
Save his life, his crew's　long-sought homecoming.
But for all his virtue　and valor could do
He couldn't defend them　from what felled them all.
Reckless cravings　wrecked them finally
When those childish fools　profaned and slew
And stuffed their guts　with the Sungod's kine.
That prince of daylight　then put out their lives,
And darkened in their eyes　the dawn of homecoming.
Their lore be your song　O lightninglord's daughter,
Immortal Muse!　Once more in our time
Let the legend begin　as you like —we will hear.