Chorus
The rocks that rush together, the sleepless shores of Phineus—how did they cross them, running along the salty coast [425] on Amphitrite's surge, where the fifty daughters of Nereus . . . the circular choruses sing, [430] with wind in the sails, the guiding rudder creaking under the stern, with southern breezes or by the blasts of the west wind, [435] to the land of many birds, the white strand, Achilles' lovely race-course, over the Black Sea?