作者：Homer｜譯者：Yi-Chien, Chen

“I know myself that wise Penelope is less than you,

it’s true, in looks and stature,

being a mortal, while you are immortal and ever young.

Even so I yearn day after day, longing

to reach home, and see the hour of my return.

And if some god should strike me, out on the wine-dark sea,

I will endure it, owning a heart within inured to suffering.

For I have suffered much, and labored much, in war and on the seas:

add this then to the sum.”

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我深知道慧黠的佩涅洛佩比不上你，

　不論是身材還是容貌，

她只是個凡人，而妳卻是長生不老的。

　但即便是這樣，我仍日日夜夜地期盼著，

能夠回到家鄉，親自見證自己歸回的那日。

　假如在這旅途中，不幸有神祇擊殺我，

我也會用一顆堅忍的心忍耐到底。