Polyphemus+2



Pay him back in blood father, Pay him back I pray to you! Lay your vengeance upon the old campaigner, Whose toils and mischief are known from sea to sea. Make him regret that he pained the Mighty son of the fuming sea god, The ruler of the waters, who churns the seas With rage and force.

That pillager, that deceitful, lying pillager! Look at what he has reduced your son to! I can no longer tend to my mighty herd, The stunning rams with elegant fleece and powerful horns. No longer can I see my fellow kinfolk, Who scoff at me and my vast misfortune. Cruel brutes, they laugh at my pain and defeat, But I will not be so easily conquered. On my knees, in my damp, cold cavern, I sit among Mounds of foul goat dung, brooding and planning a revenge.

You have answered my prayers before, And the seasoned warrior suffered torment and hardship, However, the brazen fool has returned to his native soil. So, mighty Poseidon, with you awesome power, Strike down the coward who took my sight! Dash his sleek black vessel upon the jagged rocks of some unknown land. Drag him to the bottom of the sea, Down to your magnificent palace, And there, he will make his watery tomb. Then, and only then, I will lay in my massive mountain cave in peace, No longer fuming and brooding over Odysseus, The man who devastated my mammoth eye, And left me as defenseless as a lost child.