Troiugena, interpres divum, qui numina Phoebi, qui tripoda ac Clarii laurus, qui sidera sentis et volucrum linguas et praepetis omina pinnae, fare age (namque omnis cursum mihi prospera dixit religio, et cuncti suaserunt numine divi Italiam petere et terras temptare repostas; sola novum dictuque nefas Harpyia Celaeno prodigium canit et tristis denuntiat iras obscenamque famem), quae prima pericula vito?
O son of Troy, interpreter of the gods, who know the will of Phoebus, the tripod and laurel of the Clarian,      the stars, and tongues of birds and omens of the flying wing, come, tell me'for every sign from heaven has uttered favourable words to me about my journey, and all the gods in their oracles have counselled me to make for Italy and explore lands remote; only Celaeno the Harpy prophesies a startling portent, horrible to tell of, and threatens baleful wrath and foul famine'what perils am I first to shun?