quassatam ventis liceat subducere classem et silvis aptare trabes et stringere remos, si datur Italiam sociis et rege recepto tendere, ut Italiam laeti Latiumque petamus; sin absumpta salus, et te, pater optime Teucrum, pontus habet Libyae nec spes iam restat Iuli, at freta Sicaniae saltem sedesque paratas, unde huc advecti, regemque petamus Acesten.
Grant us to beach our storm-battered fleet, to fashion planks in the forests and trim oars, so that, if we are granted to find king and comrades and steer our course to Italy, Italy and Latium we may gladly seek; but if our salvation is cut off, if you, noble father of the Trojan people, are the prey of the Libyan gulf, and a nations hope no longer lives in Iulus, that we at least may seek the straits of Sicily, whence we came hither, and the homes there ready, and Acestes for our king.