iamque adeo scopulos Sirenum advecta subibat, difficilis quondam multorumque ossibus albos, (tum rauca adsiduo longe sale saxa sonabant), cum pater amisso fluitantem errare magistro sensit et ipse ratem nocturnis rexit in undis, multa gemens casuque animum concussus amici: o nimium caelo et pelago confise sereno, nudus in ignota, Palinure, iacebis harena.
And now, onward borne, it was nearing the cliffs of the Sirens, perilous of old and white with the bones of many men'at this time with the ceaseless surf the rocks afar were booming hoarsely'when the sire found that his ship was drifting aimlessly, her pilot lost, and himself steered her amid the waves of night, often sighing and stunned at heart by his friends mischance. Ah, too trustful in the calm of sky and sea, naked you will lie, Palinurus, on an unknown strand!