I’d set out here but the hair is a forest of ambush and snares.
But the brow becalms it when it’s smooth and plain.
The dark pools of the eyes are dangerous to our ship.
For to be drawn into them would be shipwreck.
The nose like the first meridian
Directs it down to the islands fortunately.
The swelling lips,I would anchor here
And hear the siren’s song.
Then sailing on past the glorious promontory of chin
We may encounter some islands
As we travel down towards your India.
And we pause at the Atlantic navel,
Where the current carries our pilot on,
To another forest.
Where many are shipwrecked.
And no further ever get.
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