Setting sail under an evil omen, the ship goes forth, carrying the smelly Maevius.
Mind you to lash both its sides with rough waves, Auster, remember!
May the dark Eurus, having upturned the sea, scatter the rigging and the broken oars.
May Aquilo rise up, as mighty as when on high mountains he breaks the trembling holm-oaks.
Let no friendly star appear in the dark night, in which sad Orion sets.
§10.11quietiore nec feratur aequore §10.12quam Graia victorum manus, §10.13cum Pallas usto vertit iram ab Ilio §10.14in inpiam Aiacis ratem.
Nor let him be carried on a calmer sea than was the Greek band of victors, when Pallas turned her wrath from burnt Ilium upon the impious ship of Ajax.
§10.15o quantus instat navitis sudor tuis §10.16tibique pallor luteus §10.17et illa non virilis heiulatio §10.18preces et aversum ad Iovem, §10.19Ionius udo cum remugiens sinus §10.20Noto carinam ruperit
Oh, how much sweat threatens your sailors, and what a yellowish paleness awaits you, and that unmanly wailing, and prayers to an averted Jupiter, when the Ionian gulf, bellowing back with the wet South Wind, shall have shattered your keel!