She found him sitting upon the shore, his eyes never dry, his sweet life wasting away in longing for home. No longer did she please him. Though he lay beside her in the hollow caves at night, forced by need rather than will, each day he sat upon the rocks by the sea, groaning from his heart, staring out
over the barren water, shedding tears.
She found him sitting on the rocks, his eyes never dry, because life’s sweetness was ebbing away as he ached for his return, since the nymph no longer pleased him. At night, inside her empty cave, he slept beside her against his will, disinterested in her interest, but during the day he would sit outside on the sand and rocks, racking his heart with tears, groans, and agonies. He looked out over the restless sea, his tears flowing.
She found him sitting on the beach, his eyes unceasingly wet with tears and his sweet life flowing out of him along with them as he mourned for his homecoming. He no longer found any pleasure in the nymph, and though he still slept with her every night in her hollow cavern, it was by necessity; he was an unwilling partner, she a willing one. But every day found him sitting on the rocks and sands of the beach, racked to his soul with sobs and groans and grief, gazing out across the endless barren sea as the tears poured out from his eyes.
She found him sitting on the shore, his eyes as ever wet with tears, life’s sweetness ebbing from him in longing for his home, since the Nymph no longer pleased him. He was forced to sleep with her in the hollow cave at night, as she wished though he did not, but by day he sat among rocks or sand, tormenting himself with tears, groans and anguish, gazing with wet eyes at the restless sea.
brave Odysseus, the man of masquerades, sat wet-eyed, staring across the empty sea. For a moment, she lingered, studying his bold profile, the heavy muscles along his shoulders, then she felt the ache in his heart, the loneliness of his spirit yearning to be united with another’s, and realized with a pang that the mighty god was right. It was time for Odysseus to leave. At night they would still lie together and lust would drive thought temporarily from their minds, but when day rolled night’s covers away, he would sit once again on the rocks and sands, staring out across boundless seas, his eyes set unfocused on the watery wilderness.
She found him sitting on the shore. His eyes were never dry of tears, and the sweet life was ebbing from him as he wept for his return – since he had lost his pleasure in the nymph. At nights, indeed, he had no choice but to sleep with her in her hollow cave – she was willing, he unwilling. But by day he would sit on the rocks and sands of the shore, breaking his heart with tears and groans and anguish, looking out over the harvestless sea with his tears falling.
Him she found sitting on the shore, and his eyes were never dry of tears, and his sweet life was ebbing away, as he grieved for his return, for the nymph no longer pleased him. By night indeed he would sleep by her side perforce in the hollow caves, unwilling beside the willing nymph, but by day he would sit on the rocks and the sands, racking his heart with tears and groans and griefs, and he would look out over the unresting sea, shedding tears.
She found him sitting on the shore; his eyes were never dry from tears, and his sweet life was draining out of him as he wept over his return, for the nymph pleased him no longer. The nights he used to spend in the hollow caverns under duress by her side; he was not willing, but she was. By day he would sit on the rocky headlands tearing at his heart with tears, lamentations and sarrows, and look over the unharvested sea, shedding tears.
She found him sitting on the shore. His eyes were wet with weeping, as they always were. Life with its sweetness was ebbing away in the tears he shed for his lost home. For the Nymph had long since ceased to please. At nights, it is true, he had to sleep with her in the vaulted cavern, cold lover, ardent lady. But the days found him sitting on the rocks or sands, torturing himself with tears, groans and heartache, and looking out with streaming eyes across the watery wilderness.
and found him sitting upon the shore. His eyes were never dry of tears while the sweetness of life ebbed away from him in his comfortless longings for return, since the nymph was dear to him no longer. At night-time, true, he slept with her even now in the arching caverns, but this was against his will; she was loving and he unloving. He passed the daytime seated upon the rocky shore, shedding tears and gazing outwards over the barren sea.
She found him sitting on the beach. His eyes were never dry of tears, and his sweet life was ebbing away as he mourned for his return; for the nymph was no longer pleasing him. Yet of necessity he passed the nights beside her in her hollow cave, an unwilling lover beside a willing mistress. But he spent his days sitting on rocky headlands, racking his heart with weeping, groans, and woes as he gazed over the barren deep while tears streamed from his eyes.
She found Odysseus sitting on the shore. His eyes were wet with weeping, as they always were. Life with its sweetness was ebbing away in the tears he shed for his lost home. For the Nymph had long since ceased to please. At nights, it is true, he had to sleep with her under the roof of the cavern, cold lover with an ardent dame. But the days found him sitting on the rocks or sands, torturing himself with tears and groans and heartache, and looking out with streaming eyes across the watery wilderness.
She found him sitting upon the shore. The tears were never dry in his eyes; life with its sweetness was slowly trickling away. He cared for her no longer; at night he was forced to sleep by her side in the cave, although the love was all on her part, and he spent the days sitting upon the rocks or the sands staring at the barren sea and sorrowing.
She found him sitting by the water’s edge: his eyes as ever dewed with tears at this ebbing of his precious life in vain lamentations after deliverance—seeing that the nymph no longer pleased his fancy. True, that every night would he sleep with her: he had no choice while he lived in her vaulted cave. Yet was he not willing, and she willed too much: consequently day-long he haunted the rocks and pebble-beaches of the island’s shore, retching up his heart with crying and sighs and misery, his gaze fixed upon the desolate main through a blur of tears.
She found him sitting on the shore, his eyes never dry of tears. His sweet life was ebbing away with yearning for his home. In the daytime he sat on the rocks and sand, breaking his heart with weeping and groans and thought of his trouble, as he wistfully gazed through his tears at the unharvested sea.
She found him sitting on the shore, his eyes wet with tears, and his dear life ebbing away as he mourned for his return. For the nymph no longer pleased him.
She found him sitting on the shore, and his eyes were never dry of tears, and his sweet life was ebbing away, as he longed mournfully for his return, for the nymph was no longer pleasing in his sight. At night indeed he would sleep by her side perforce in the hollow caves, unwilling beside the willing nymph, but by day he would sit on the rocks and on the sands, racking his soul with tears and groans and pains, and he would look out over the unvasting sea, shedding tears.
She found him sitting upon the beach with his eyes ever filled with tears, and dying of sheer home sickness; for he had got tired of Calypso, and though he was forced to sleep with her in the cave by night, it was she, not he, that would have it so. As for the day time, he spent it on the rocks and on the sea shore, weeping, crying aloud for his despair, and always looking out upon the sea.
She found him sitting on the shore, and from his eyes the tears were never dried; his sweet life ebbed away in longings for his home, because the nymph pleased him no more. Yet being compelled, he slept at night within the hollow grotto as she desired, not he. But in the daytime, sitting on the rocks and sands, with tears and groans and griefs racking his heart, he watched the barren sea and poured forth tears.
And there she found him sitting on the shore, and his eyes were never dry of tears, and his sweet life was ebbing away as he mourned for his return; for the nymph no more found favour in his sight. Howsoever by night he would sleep by her, as needs he must, in the hollow caves, unwilling lover by a willing lady. And in the day-time he would sit on the rocks and on the beach, straining his soul with tears, and groans, and griefs, and through his tears he would look wistfully over the unharvested deep.
But she found him sitting on the shore; nor were his eyes ever dried from tears, but the sweet life of him lamenting [on account of his prevented] return, was becoming wasted away, since the nymph no longer pleased him. But, indeed, during the nights he slept even by necessity in the hollow grottoes, against his will, near her who was willing; but during the day sitting on the rocks and shores, wasting away his mind with tears, and with mourning, and with grief, he looked over the unfruitful sea, pouring forth tears;
Τὸν δ’ ἄρα but him then εὗρε she found καθήμενον sitting ἐπ’ ἀκτῆς upon the shore; ὄσσε δέ but his two eyes οὔ ποτε τερσοντο were never dried δακρυόφιν from tears: γλυκὺς δέ αἰὼν and his sweet life κατεΐβετο was poured out ὀδυρομένῳ as he was mourning for νόστον his return, ἐπεὶ since νύμφη the nymph οὐκέτι ἥνδανε no longer pleased him. Ἀλλὰ but ἤτοι in truth νύκτας μὲν the nights ἴανεσκεν he reposed καὶ ἀνάγκῃ even by necessity ἐν σπέσσι γλαφυροῖσιν in the hollow grottos, οὐκ ἐθέλων unwilling παρ’ ἐθελούσῃ by her willing; ἤματα δέ and the days καθίζων sitting ἐν πέτρῃσιν on the rocks καὶ and ἠϊόνεσσι the shores, [ἐρεχθῶν breaking θυμὸν his heart δάκρυσι with tears καὶ and στοναχῇσι with sighs καὶ and ἄλγεσι with sorrows,] δερκεσκετο he often looked πόντου ἐπ’ ἀτρύγετον over the barren sea, λείβων shedding δάκρυα tears,
But she found him sitting on the shore; nor were his eyes ever dried from tears, but his pleasant life was wasted away, as he bewailed his return, since it did not please the Nymph. But during the nights indeed he slept even by necessity in the hollow caves, against his will, near her who was willing; but during the day sitting on the rocks and shores, [wasting his mind with tears, and mournings, and griefs,] he looked over the barren sea, pouring forth tears;
But she found him sitting on the shore; nor were his eyes ever dried from tears, but the sweet life of him lamenting his return, was wasted away, since it did not please the Nymph. But, indeed, during the nights he slept even by necessity in the hollow caves, against his will, near her who was willing; but during the day sitting on the rocks and shores, wasting his mind with tears, and mourning, and grief, he looked over the barren sea, pouring forth tears;