Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
“So spake I, and the fair goddess answered me anon: ‘Son of Laertes, of
the seed of Zeus, Odysseus of many devices, nay, trouble not thyself
for want of a guide, by thy ship abiding, but set up the mast and
spread abroad the white sails and sit thee down; and the breeze of the
North Wind will bear thy vessel on her way. But when thou hast now
sailed in thy ship across the stream Oceanus, where is a waste shore
and the groves of Persephone, even tall poplar trees and willows that
shed their fruit before the season, there beach thy ship by deep
eddying Oceanus, but go thyself to the dank house of Hades. Thereby
into Acheron flows Pyriphlegethon, and Cocytus, a branch of the water
of the Styx, and there is a rock, and the meeting of the two roaring
waters. So, hero, draw nigh thereto, as I command thee, and dig a
trench as it were a cubit in length and breadth, and about it pour a
drink-offering to all the dead, first with mead and thereafter with
sweet wine, and for the third time with water, and sprinkle white meal
thereon; and entreat with many prayers the strengthless heads of the
dead, and promise that on thy return to Ithaca thou wilt offer in thy
halls a barren heifer, the best thou hast, and will fill the pyre with
treasure, and wilt sacrifice apart, to Teiresias alone, a black ram
without spot, the fairest of your flock. But when thou hast with
prayers made supplication to the lordly races of the dead, then offer
up a ram and a black ewe, bending their heads towards Erebus and
thyself turn thy back, with thy face set for the shore of the river.
Then will many spirits come to thee of the dead that be departed.
Thereafter thou shalt call to thy company and command them to flay the
sheep which even now lie slain by the pitiless sword, and to consume
them with fire, and to make prayer to the gods, to mighty Hades and to
dread Persephone. And thyself draw the sharp sword from thy thigh and
sit there, suffering not the strengthless heads of the dead to draw
nigh to the blood, ere thou hast word of Teiresias. Then the seer will
come to thee quickly, leader of the people; he will surely declare to
thee the way and the measure of thy path, and as touching thy
returning, how thou mayst go over the teeming deep.’
“So spake she, and anon came the golden throned Dawn. Then she put on
me a mantle and a doublet for raiment, and the nymph clad herself in a
great shining robe, light of woof and gracious, and about her waist she
cast a fair golden girdle, and put a veil upon her head. But I passed
through the halls and roused my men with smooth words, standing by each
one in turn:
“‘Sleep ye now no more nor breathe sweet slumber; but let us go on our
way, for surely she hath shown me all, the lady Circe.’
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