My ship went astray when the cold day died
And I was glad to see my reflection
Fade as my guilt was taken by the tide.
For I detested that false complexion -
The one who let his vessel drift forlorn
And lost each move to steer a course to port,
Instead by will of sensual winds long bourne,
Ropes helpless to bring wandering sails in.
Then sprang forth Palilicium on high!
Heavenly Jove has placed Europa there.
Let Venus send her boyish butterfly -
I place myself forever in her care.
My world of sea I now have will to shun.
How fair to make this star on high my Sun.