Had the tides not loved you so,
O eternal Ithacan soul,
Where do you glide, come the morrow?
Will you be trapped by duty, or in love?
Or walk through the Underworld farms?
There grows your son by another year
Your wife laments for an unseen future
Laertes, resigned, seeks your return
And here you are, in Calypso's lair.
Set sail to your ship, O Ithacan King
Hoist the flags up high
For there's more wrath of Poseidon to follow
Hoist the flags up high
For Athena would one day take pity on you.
O rightful one, be righteous in your steps
O humble one, be gracious with fate
There's many a log to cut, many seas to cross
But there's only one story to be told :
It's your Odyssey, O mighty Ithacan
And it will forever be, in reincarnation.
