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“The season for sailing. Already the chattering swallow returns with the slender west wind. Meadows bloom, and the boiling waves of the sea, whipped by gales, are smooth and silent. Come then, sailor, haul in the anchors and loosen the hawsers, and sail with all the canvas flying. It is Priapos, god of the harbor, who warns you now: set out from this port for foreign cargoes.” — Leonidas of Tarentum
The season for sailing. Already the chattering swallow
returns with the slender west wind.
Meadows bloom, and the boiling waves of the sea,
whipped by gales, are smooth and silent.
Come then, sailor, haul in the anchors and loosen the hawsers,
and sail with all the canvas flying.
It is Priapos, god of the harbor, who warns you now:
set out from this port for foreign cargoes.