The Odyssey, Proem

Tell in me the man, Muse, who, much troped and traveled
Since he sacked that little town called Troy, holy,
Saw many of men's hamlets, learned
Their minds; tell how he suffered many pains
At sea and in his heart, struggling for life, to rescue
His companions (but neither with mighty tries
Could he save them, the fools -- eating the Cattle of Hyperion,
The Sun! -- who immediately snatched up
Their hoped for day): so in each its place,
Godly daughter of the God, relate these myths, even to us.