I was for ten of those years of yore
Love urged my will to be solid and clear
I risked the loss of my life
I did not eat lotus from its twig
The sorceress could not change me into pig
I blinded the Cyclops' single eye
The cannibals did not make me die
In my frail heart, the Fortune's twist
I hear a trace of the ocean noise
The move of waves is like a voice
I can hold on with a tight rope
I could put up with the nymph for long
I could escape from the soft sirens song
I had to face the women delight
And nobody could defeat me in fight