"It's on the tip | Once we reached Lilybaeum, we immediately turned around its blind shoals, and the port at last | of the bad sight Drepano we grabbed. | Here, leave me! oppressed by so many worries, | exposed to many, my beloved father Anchises, | I lost my father. Here tired and sad, | father, you abandoned me: and you alone | you were in my many difficult fortunes | how much comfort and support he had. | Alas! who in vain from such great perils | unless you made it.""