Pope 9.464-479
Maria Curley /
- Created on 2024-06-12 18:33:55
- Modified on 2024-07-20 02:54:33
- Translated by Alexander Pope (1725)
- Aligned by Maria Curley
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καρπαλίμως δὲ τὰ μῆλα ταναύποδα , πίονα δημῷ ,
πολλὰ περιτροπέοντες ἐλαύνομεν , ὄφρʼ ἐπὶ νῆα
ἱκόμεθʼ . ἀσπάσιοι δὲ φίλοις ἑτάροισι φάνημεν ,
οἳ φύγομεν θάνατον , τοὺς δὲ στενάχοντο γοῶντες .
ἀλλʼ ἐγὼ οὐκ εἴων , ἀνὰ δʼ ὀφρύσι νεῦον ἑκάστῳ ,
κλαίειν , ἀλλʼ ἐκέλευσα θοῶς καλλίτριχα μῆλα
πόλλʼ ἐν νηὶ βαλόντας ἐπιπλεῖν ἁλμυρὸν ὕδωρ .
οἱ δʼ αἶψʼ εἴσβαινον καὶ ἐπὶ κληῖσι καθῖζον ,
ἑξῆς δʼ ἑζόμενοι πολιὴν ἅλα τύπτον ἐρετμοῖς .
ἀλλʼ ὅτε τόσσον ἀπῆν , ὅσσον τε γέγωνε βοήσας ,
καὶ τότʼ ἐγὼ Κύκλωπα προσηύδων κερτομίοισι ·
Κύκλωψ , οὐκ ἄρʼ ἔμελλες ἀνάλκιδος ἀνδρὸς ἑταίρους
ἔδμεναι ἐν σπῆι γλαφυρῷ κρατερῆφι βίηφι .
καὶ λίην σέ γʼ ἔμελλε κιχήσεσθαι κακὰ ἔργα ,
σχέτλιʼ , ἐπεὶ ξείνους οὐχ ἅζεο σῷ ἐνὶ οἴκῳ
ἐσθέμεναι · τῷ σε Ζεὺς τίσατο καὶ θεοὶ ἄλλοι .
πολλὰ περιτροπέοντες ἐλαύνομεν , ὄφρʼ ἐπὶ νῆα
ἱκόμεθʼ . ἀσπάσιοι δὲ φίλοις ἑτάροισι φάνημεν ,
οἳ φύγομεν θάνατον , τοὺς δὲ στενάχοντο γοῶντες .
ἀλλʼ ἐγὼ οὐκ εἴων , ἀνὰ δʼ ὀφρύσι νεῦον ἑκάστῳ ,
κλαίειν , ἀλλʼ ἐκέλευσα θοῶς καλλίτριχα μῆλα
πόλλʼ ἐν νηὶ βαλόντας ἐπιπλεῖν ἁλμυρὸν ὕδωρ .
οἱ δʼ αἶψʼ εἴσβαινον καὶ ἐπὶ κληῖσι καθῖζον ,
ἑξῆς δʼ ἑζόμενοι πολιὴν ἅλα τύπτον ἐρετμοῖς .
ἀλλʼ ὅτε τόσσον ἀπῆν , ὅσσον τε γέγωνε βοήσας ,
καὶ τότʼ ἐγὼ Κύκλωπα προσηύδων κερτομίοισι ·
Κύκλωψ , οὐκ ἄρʼ ἔμελλες ἀνάλκιδος ἀνδρὸς ἑταίρους
ἔδμεναι ἐν σπῆι γλαφυρῷ κρατερῆφι βίηφι .
καὶ λίην σέ γʼ ἔμελλε κιχήσεσθαι κακὰ ἔργα ,
σχέτλιʼ , ἐπεὶ ξείνους οὐχ ἅζεο σῷ ἐνὶ οἴκῳ
ἐσθέμεναι · τῷ σε Ζεὺς τίσατο καὶ θεοὶ ἄλλοι .
Fat
sheep
and
goats
in
throngs
we
drive
before
,
And reach our vessel on the winding shore .
With joy the sailors view their friends return’d ,
And hail us living whom as dead they mourn’d
Big tears of transport stand in every eye :
I check their fondness , and command to fly .
Aboard in haste they heave the wealthy sheep ,
And snatch their oars , and rush into the deep .
" Now off at sea , and from the shallows clear ,
As far as human voice could reach the ear ,
With taunts the distant giant I accost :
‘Hear me , O Cyclop ! hear , ungracious host !
’Twas on no coward , no ignoble slave ,
Thou meditatest thy meal in yonder cave ;
But one , the vengeance fated from above
Doom’d to inflict ; the instrument of Jove .
Thy barbarous breach of hospitable bands ,
The god , the god revenges by my hands . ’
And reach our vessel on the winding shore .
With joy the sailors view their friends return’d ,
And hail us living whom as dead they mourn’d
Big tears of transport stand in every eye :
I check their fondness , and command to fly .
Aboard in haste they heave the wealthy sheep ,
And snatch their oars , and rush into the deep .
" Now off at sea , and from the shallows clear ,
As far as human voice could reach the ear ,
With taunts the distant giant I accost :
‘Hear me , O Cyclop ! hear , ungracious host !
’Twas on no coward , no ignoble slave ,
Thou meditatest thy meal in yonder cave ;
But one , the vengeance fated from above
Doom’d to inflict ; the instrument of Jove .
Thy barbarous breach of hospitable bands ,
The god , the god revenges by my hands . ’