| Fatherly and intent, was off in a deep green valley |
| Surveying and reviewing souls consigned there, |
| Those due to pass to the light of the upper world. |
| It so happened he was just then taking note |
| Of his whole posterity, the destinies and doings, |
| Traits and qualities of descendants dear to him, |
| But seeing Aeneas come wading through the grass |
| Towards him, he reached his two hands out |
| In eager joy, his eyes filled up with tears |
| And he gave a cry: «At last! Are you here at last? |
| I always trusted that your sense of right |
| Would prevail and keep you going to the end. |
| And am I now allowed to see your face, |
| My son, and hear you talk, and talk to you myself? |
| This is what I imagined and looked forward to |
| As I counted the days; and my trust was not misplaced. |
| To think of the lands and the outlying seas |
| You have crossed, my son, to receive this welcome. |
| And after such dangers! I was afraid that Africa |
| Might be your undoing." But Aeneas replied: |
| «Often and often, father, you would appear to me, |
| Your sad shade would appear, and that kept me going |
| To this end. My ships are anchored in the Tuscan sea. |
| Let me take your hand, my father, O let me, and do not |