In the hour before dawn, 
when what remains of the warmth of the day 
is at last overcome by the cold of the moon.... 
there came to me in a dream a woman, stammering, 
with eyes asquint, twisted, with crooked feet, 
with maimed hands, with sickly skin. 
I stared at her; and, as the sun soothes and revives
cold limbs stiff with sleep. 
so my gaze readied her tongue, 
and then in just a little while 
I made her tall and straight, 
rosy-checked, sensuous, desirable. 
Once her tongue was loosened. she began to sing, 
so sweetly I could not turn away. She sang 
I am, I am sweet, I am sweet siren, 
I sing sailors astray on the sea, 
I am so full of pleasure, so pleasing to hear. 
I turned Ulysses from his path- 
sang to him whoever stays with me 
I satisfy in full, I sing, I bring him joy.