nam modo purpureo vires capit Eurus ab ortu. nunc Zephyrus sero vespere missus adest, nunc sicca gelidus Boreas bacchatur ab Arcto, nunc Notus adversa proelia fronte gerit. rector in incerto est nec quid fugiatve petatve invenit: ambiguis ars stupet ipsa malis. scilicet occidimus, nec spes est ulla salutis, dumque loquor, vultus obruit unda meos. opprimet hanc animam fluctus, frustraque precanti ore necaturas accipiemus aquas, at pia nil aliud quam me dolet exule coniunx: hoc unum nostri scitque gemitque mali.
For now Eurus storms mightily from the red east, now Zephyrus comes rushing from the realm of late evening, now Boreas raves from the dry pole-star, now Notus battles with opposing brow. The helmsman is confused nor can he find what to avoid or what to seek; his very skill is numbed by the baffling perils. We are surely lost, there is no hope of safety, and as I speak, the waters overwhelm my face. The billows will crush this life of mine, and with lips that pray in vain I shall drink in the destroying water. But my loyal wife grieves for naught save my exile'that is the only ill of mine she knows and bemoans.
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