Comrades, you've gone everything; listen to what i say. all deaths are hateful to us , mortal wretches, but famine is the most pitiful, the worst end that a man can come to.
will you fight it?
Come, we'll cut out the noblest of these cattle for sacrifice to the gods who own the sky;
Now, that day tranquil cattle with broad brows were grazing near , and soon the men drew up around their chosen beasts in ceremony.
'O Father Zeus and gods in bliss forever, you made me sleep away this day of mischief! O cruel drowsing, in the evil hour! Here they sat, and a great work they contrived'.
'O Father Zeus and gods in bliss forever, punish Odysseus men! So overweening, now they have killed my kine, my joy at morning when I climbed the sky of stars, and evening, when i bore westward from heaven'.
'They have killed your kine'.
Polyphemus? Why do you cry so sore in the starry night?
You will not let us sleep. Sure no man's driving off your flock? No man has tricked you, ruined you?
'Ah well, if Nobody has played you foul there in your lonely bed, we are no use in pain given by great Zeus.'