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Gods of the sea; / Ino, / leaving warm meads / for the green, grey-green fastnesses / of the great deeps; / and Palemon, / bright seeker of sea-shaft, / hear me.
Let all whom the sea loves, / come to its altar front, / and I / who can offer no other sacrifice to thee / bring this.
Broken by great waves, / the wavelets flung it here, / this sea-gliding creature, / this strange creature like a weed, / covered with salt foam, / torn from the hillocks of rock.
I, Hermonax, / caster of nets, / risking chance, / plying the sea craft, / came on it.
Thus to sea god, / gift of sea wrack; / I, Hermonax, offer it / to thee, Ino, / and to Palemon.