When these things had been said, he struck the cavernous mountain
in the side with reversed spear, and the winds, as when a battle line is made,
rush where a door has been opened, and blow through the lands with a torrent.
They lie upon the seas, and from deepest seats all at once
Eurus and Notus and Africus, frequent in respect to gusts
overthrow [the seas] and turn a wave towards the wide shores.
A roar of men and bellowing groan follows.
Suddenly the clouds snatch sky and day
from the eyes of the Teucers; night covers the black sea.
The heavens thunder, and the sky quivers with frequent fires,
and all things threaten death at hand for the men.
Immediately, the limbs of Aeneas are released from cold:
he groans, and, holding his two hands to the heavens,
calls in such a voice: “O, thrice and four times blessed,
who, before the shore of the Trojan fathers, might have happened to die
before the high bulwarks! O most brave Tydidus of Danaan kind!
Would it not have been possible for me to die upon Trojan
plains, and for you to have poured out my life with your right hand,
where savage Hector felled Achilles and mighty Sarpedon with a spear,
where Simois turned under such a wave the shields and
helmets and strong bodies of men?”
Such things having been spoken by him thrown by the wind, a roaring
adverse storm beats the sail and bears waves to the heavens.
The oars are shattered; then the prow overturns, and the [ship’s] flank
gives [itself] to the waves; a towering mount of water follows in a mass.
They hang in the highest wave; the gaping wave reveals
land among the seas; the tide rages to the shores.
Notus turns three [ships] having been snatched to hiding rocks
(The Italians call these rocks in the middle waves the Aras,
a reef in the middle sea); Eurus drives three from the deep
and onto shallow reefs, miserable to behold, and
dashes them against the shallows and girds them to the banks of the shore.
The wide sea itself bears one [ship], which carries Lycians
and faithful Orontes, from its height before the eyes of Aeneas himself
upon the deck: the pilot is cast out headlong, and
he is turned onto his head, but thrice a wave whirls him in the same place,
driving [the ship] around and the swift whirlpool swallows it with the sea.
Floating oars, the arms of men, and planks, and Trojan treasures
appear through the waves in the vast abyss.
The storm now conquers the mighty ship of Ilioneus, now that of strong
Achates, and that by which Abas, and that by which aged
Aletes was carried; all of the flanks with the joints loosened
let in hostile water, and open with cracks.
Meanwhile, the sea is mixed with a great clamour,
and Neptune senses a storm let loose, and, disturbed greatly,
the still waters are returned to the deepest shoals; and looking forth
from the sea, he raises his placid head from the highest wave.
He sees the fleet of Aeneas thrown about the entire sea,
the Trojans pressed by waves and the ruin of heaven,
nor do the trickeries and angers of Juno escape the brother.
He calls Eurus and Zephyrus to himself, then speaks such things: