And Odysseus, his great mind teeming:
"My Lord Alcinous, what could be finer
Than listening to a singer of tales
Such as Demodocus, with a voice like a god's?
Nothing we do is sweeter than this—
5A cheerful gathering of all the people Sitting side by side throughout the halls,
Feasting and listening to a singer of tales,
The tables filled with food and drink,
The server drawing wine from the bowl
10And bringing it around to fill our cups. For me, this is the finest thing in the world.
But you have a mind to draw out of me
My pain and sorrow, and make me feel it again.
Where should I begin, where end my story?
15Heaven has sent me many tribulations. I will tell you my name first, so that you, too,
Will know who I am, and when I escape
The day of my doom, I will always be
Your friend and host, though my home is far.
20I am Odysseus, great Laertes' son, Known for my cunning throughout the world,
And my fame reaches even to heaven.
My native land is Ithaca, a sunlit island
With a forested peak called Neriton,
25Visible for miles. Many other islands Lie close around her—Doulichion, Samê,
And wooded Zacynthos—off toward the sunrise,