Arms I sing – and a man, The first to come from the shores Of Troy, exiled by Fate, to Italy And the Lavinian coast; a man battered On land and sea by the powers above In the face of Juno’s relentless wrath; A man who also suffered greatly in war Until he could found his city and bring his gods Into Latium, from which arose The Latin people, our Alban forefathers, And the high walls of everlasting Rome.
