Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns driven time and again off course, once he had plundered the hallowed heights of Troy. Many cities of men he saw and learned their minds, many pains he suffered, heartsick on the open sea, fighting to save his life and bring his comrades home. But he could not save them from disaster, hard as he stove the the recklessness of their own ways destroyed them all, the blind fools, they they devoured the cattle of the sun and the Sungod wiped fom the sight of day their return. Launch out on his story, Muse, daughter of Zeus, start from where you will-sing to out time too. :: By now all the survivors, all who avoided headlong death were safe at home