These I silently bound together with twisted withes on which the Cyclops, that monster with his heart set on lawlessness, was accustomed to sleep. Three at a time I took.
τοὺς ἀκέων συνέεργον ἐυστρεφέεσσι λύγοισιν , τῇς ἔπι Κύκλωψ εὗδε πέλωρ , ἀθεμίστια εἰδώς , σύντρεις αἰνύμενος · [0]
ὁ ἀκέων συνέργω ἐυστρεφής λύγος , ὁ ἐπί Κύκλωψ εὕδω πέλωρ , ἀθεμίστιος οἶδα , σύντρεις αἴνυμαι ·