Tell him, O Muses, of how I toiled and longed for thousands of days.
Awaiting a battered figure, a king I forget was crowned.
Over the sea, I cast an empty gaze.
Stories travel across the land about islands of innocents set ablaze.
My son grows into something familiar, rising to the Dawn as I shrink to the ground.
Tell him, O Muses, of how I toiled and longed for thousands of days.
The bard sings of a warrior at sea—how his body remains, yet his mind decays.
They know little of this shroud, what I would sacrifice to travel until I drown.
Over the sea, I cast a stormy gaze.
I have long given up on the gods, but tell him how a woman with one duty prays.
Through this empty home, my cries still resound.
Tell him, O Muses, of how I toiled and longed for thousands of days.
The girls sing me words of praise,
While I dream of sailing to Troy’s forsaken battleground.
Over the sea, I cast a coveting gaze.
The drunks and cowards lack insight beyond their gluttonous ways.
Yet I remain shackled while my king remains seabound.
Tell him, O Muses, of how I toiled and longed for thousands of days.
Over the sea, I cast an empty gaze.