Translated by A. Z. Foreman - The Odyssey - Scylla and Charybdis lyrics

On we went wailing　away at the oars And steered into the strait,　dire Scylla to port And to starboard the wrathspawned　seascourge Charybdis Swallowing the salt tide　smashing all courage And belching it back:　a boiling kettle Seething over flames.　The spume she spewed Went spraying the crests　of cliffs on the narrows. When she s**ed down the sea　you could see her roiling, Hear the roar of the rock　all round, as the sand Gaped black from bedrock.　My men blanched in trauma, Eyes fixed on that d**hmaw,　in fear of glutting. And then Scylla struck,　whisked up six of my men, Our six strongest hands.　As I spun my eyes aft At good craft and dear crew　I caught sight of their feet And hands adangle　overhead. Their voices Cried out in hellhorror,　calling me by name That one last time.　The way a fisherman Crouched on a headland　casting his fell bait, His hook sheathed in horn,　in his hands feels the thrash Of a fish on his rod　and rips it from the waves To wriggle through the air,　so my writhing men Cruelly were carried　to the cavern's mouth. And there in her den　she dined on them them raw, My six toughest men,　screaming and reaching Their arms toward me　in an endlife grapple As a grisly grief　gashed my spirit. I witnessed naught worse　in my warring heart In all my quests　across the strange sea.