`You, bright Odysseus, seek a honey-sweet homecoming, but a god will make it harsh.
I do not think you can elude the lord
who makes earth tremble, for his heart has stored
much fury since you blinded his dear son.
But even so - though sadly tried - you can
return to your own home if you would check
your will and your dear comrades' once you've left
behind the violet sea and your stout ship
has touched Thrin'acia, ...'