Death & Dying
Book VII, 273
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
The fierce and sudden squall of the south-east wind, and the night and the waves that Orion at his dark setting arouses were my ruin, and I, Callaeschrus, glided out of life as I sailed the middle of the Libyan deep. I myself am lost, whirled hither and thither in the sea a prey to fishes, and it is a liar, this stone that rests on my grave.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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