The foam and the waves by the sea come to break
On th' isles, on the rocks, on the endless, sharp reefs.
The ships also wander astray, like loose leaves.
From Troy, those ships came without peace, without break!
The sea and the night their poor lives come to take!
Although they are guided by you who are brave,
Aeneas, you know that your men you can't save.
O'erthrown, without hope, without faith, they won't live.
And yet! still to you not a thing can I give,
Except to sing by in the rhythm of a wave.