Odysseus and the Struggle for Ithaca
Tireless traveler, king of distant lands,
Odysseus, you walk through waves — wild and frozen.
War calls you, every shore seeks your name,
Ithaca waits in silence, in longing and hope.
Long years have passed in foreign realms,
With sword and wit, you fought bravely.
Warriors and gods remain in memory,
But Ithaca — only for you — is a resting place of the soul.
Penelope waits with an unyielding heart,
Like a leaf in the wind that never breaks.
And your son grows, lifting his gaze high,
In search of your shadow, like an unextinguished moon.
Odysseus, you are the return, the homeland’s breath,
A hero who fought for his own peace.
From battle to home, you return with honor,
To beloved Ithaca — forever its king.
