ipse gubernator puppi Palinurus ab alta: heu! quianam tanti cinxerunt aethera nimbi? quidve, pater Neptune, paras? sic deinde locutus colligere arma iubet validisque incumbere remis, obliquatque sinus in ventum ac talia fatur: magnanime Aenea, non, si mihi Iuppiter auctor spondeat, hoc sperem Italiam contingere caelo.
Even the helmsman Palinurus cries from the high stern: Alas! why have such clouds girt the heaven? What have you in mind, Father Neptune? So he cries, and straightway bids them gather in the tackling and bend to their stout oars, then turns the sails aslant the wind and thus speaks: Noble Aeneas, not even if Jupiter should use his authority to guarantee it, could I hope to reach Italy with such a sky.