1. Once more Anchises bids us cross the main / and seek Ortygia, and the god constrain / by prayer to pardon and advise, what end / of evils to expect? what woes remain? / What fate hereafter shall our steps attend? / What rest for toil-worn men, and whitherward to wend?

Mon père ordonne alors de repasser les flots, / d'aller interroger les trépieds de Délos, / d'apprendre dans quels lieux doivent finir nos peines, / nos travaux renaissants, nos courses incertaines.