While crossing the sea, Leander the brave,
burning entirely in passionate fire,
the wind grew stronger, and the waters swelled,
rising with a furious, untamed force.
Defeated by the swift and tiring struggle,
unable to withstand the raging waves,
grieving more for the love he was losing in death
than for his own life slipping away,
As best he could, he gathered his weary voice,
and spoke to the waves in this way,
but his words were never heard by them:
“Waves, since there’s no escaping that I must die,
let me at least reach the shore, and on my return,
you may unleash all your fury upon my life.”