Ajax 624-645 (str./ant. 2)
Kate Cottrell / GRK 102 Take Home
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- Translated by Kate Cottrell
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Χορός
ἦ που παλαιᾷ μὲν σύντροφος ἁμέρᾳ ,
λευκῷ δὲ γήρᾳ μάτηρ νιν ὅταν νοσοῦντα
φρενομόρως ἀκούσῃ ,
αἴλινον αἴλινον
οὐδ᾽ οἰκτρᾶς γόον ὄρνιθος ἀηδοῦς
ἥσει δύσμορος , ἀλλ᾽ ὀξυτόνους μὲν ᾠδὰς
θρηνήσει , χερόπλακτοι δ᾽
ἐν στέρνοισι πεσοῦνται
δοῦποι καὶ πολιᾶς ἄμυγμα χαίτας .
κρείσσων παρ᾽ Ἅιδᾳ κεύθων ὁ νοσῶν μάταν ,
ὃς ἐκ πατρῴας ἥκων γενεᾶς ἄριστος
πολυπόνων Ἀχαιῶν ,
οὐκέτι συντρόφοις
ὀργαῖς ἔμπεδος , ἀλλ᾽ ἐκτὸς ὁμιλεῖ .
ὦ τλᾶμον πάτερ , οἵαν σε μένει πυθέσθαι
παιδὸς δύσφορον ἄταν ,
ἃν οὔπω τις ἔθρεψεν
αἰὼν Αἰακιδᾶν ἄτερθε τοῦδε .
ἦ που παλαιᾷ μὲν σύντροφος ἁμέρᾳ ,
λευκῷ δὲ γήρᾳ μάτηρ νιν ὅταν νοσοῦντα
φρενομόρως ἀκούσῃ ,
αἴλινον αἴλινον
οὐδ᾽ οἰκτρᾶς γόον ὄρνιθος ἀηδοῦς
ἥσει δύσμορος , ἀλλ᾽ ὀξυτόνους μὲν ᾠδὰς
θρηνήσει , χερόπλακτοι δ᾽
ἐν στέρνοισι πεσοῦνται
δοῦποι καὶ πολιᾶς ἄμυγμα χαίτας .
κρείσσων παρ᾽ Ἅιδᾳ κεύθων ὁ νοσῶν μάταν ,
ὃς ἐκ πατρῴας ἥκων γενεᾶς ἄριστος
πολυπόνων Ἀχαιῶν ,
οὐκέτι συντρόφοις
ὀργαῖς ἔμπεδος , ἀλλ᾽ ἐκτὸς ὁμιλεῖ .
ὦ τλᾶμον πάτερ , οἵαν σε μένει πυθέσθαι
παιδὸς δύσφορον ἄταν ,
ἃν οὔπω τις ἔθρεψεν
αἰὼν Αἰακιδᾶν ἄτερθε τοῦδε .
Chorus
Truly , his mother raised together with an ancient day and white with age whenever she hears he is suffering so as to destroy his mind , she ill-fated will let flow a cry of anguish , a cry of anguish not of the pitiable , weeping nightingale , but she will wail the sharp cry of the dirge and the dead thump in the beaten breast and the loose , torn gray hair will fall .
The one ailing in vain is better hidden in Hades who is from the best paternal stock of the much-laboring Achaeans . He is no longer fettered with natural impulses , but consorts outside . Oh patient father , you await to learn such a grievous fate of your son , a fate which not yet any age of the descendents of Aeacus raised except for this one .
Truly , his mother raised together with an ancient day and white with age whenever she hears he is suffering so as to destroy his mind , she ill-fated will let flow a cry of anguish , a cry of anguish not of the pitiable , weeping nightingale , but she will wail the sharp cry of the dirge and the dead thump in the beaten breast and the loose , torn gray hair will fall .
The one ailing in vain is better hidden in Hades who is from the best paternal stock of the much-laboring Achaeans . He is no longer fettered with natural impulses , but consorts outside . Oh patient father , you await to learn such a grievous fate of your son , a fate which not yet any age of the descendents of Aeacus raised except for this one .
The moment when his mother now white with age nurtured with an ancient day hears he is ailing in his destroyed mind , she , ill-fated , will let flow a cry of anguish , not the cry of anguish of the pitiable , weeping nightingale , but she will shout the sharp cries of the funeral dirge . The empty thump of her beaten breast and her gray hair torn loose will fall .
Surely , the one ailing in vain madness is better covered in Hades even he who is from the best patrilineal line of the much-enduring Achaeans . He is no longer constrained by the natural workings of the mind , but wanders outside the boundaries . Oh suffering father , you will soon learn the grievous fate awaits your son . The time of the children of Aeacus has yet to nourish this sort of fate except for Ajax .
Surely , the one ailing in vain madness is better covered in Hades even he who is from the best patrilineal line of the much-enduring Achaeans . He is no longer constrained by the natural workings of the mind , but wanders outside the boundaries . Oh suffering father , you will soon learn the grievous fate awaits your son . The time of the children of Aeacus has yet to nourish this sort of fate except for Ajax .