Pope 9.500-521
Maria Curley /
- Created on 2024-06-14 17:40:05
- Modified on 2024-07-20 02:55:55
- Translated by Alexander Pope (1725)
- Aligned by Maria Curley
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500-521
ὣς φάσαν , ἀλλʼ οὐ πεῖθον ἐμὸν μεγαλήτορα θυμόν ,
ἀλλά μιν ἄψορρον προσέφην κεκοτηότι θυμῷ ·
Κύκλωψ , αἴ κέν τίς σε καταθνητῶν ἀνθρώπων
ὀφθαλμοῦ εἴρηται ἀεικελίην ἀλαωτύν ,
φάσθαι Ὀδυσσῆα πτολιπόρθιον ἐξαλαῶσαι ,
υἱὸν Λαέρτεω , Ἰθάκῃ ἔνι οἰκίʼ ἔχοντα .
ὣς ἐφάμην , ὁ δέ μʼ οἰμώξας ἠμείβετο μύθῳ ·
ὢ πόποι , ἦ μάλα δή με παλαίφατα θέσφαθʼ ἱκάνει .
ἔσκε τις ἐνθάδε μάντις ἀνὴρ ἠύς τε μέγας τε ,
Τήλεμος Εὐρυμίδης , ὃς μαντοσύνῃ ἐκέκαστο
καὶ μαντευόμενος κατεγήρα Κυκλώπεσσιν ·
ὅς μοι ἔφη τάδε πάντα τελευτήσεσθαι ὀπίσσω ,
χειρῶν ἐξ Ὀδυσῆος ἁμαρτήσεσθαι ὀπωπῆς .
ἀλλʼ αἰεί τινα φῶτα μέγαν καὶ καλὸν ἐδέγμην
ἐνθάδʼ ἐλεύσεσθαι , μεγάλην ἐπιειμένον ἀλκήν ·
νῦν δέ μʼ ἐὼν ὀλίγος τε καὶ οὐτιδανὸς καὶ ἄκικυς
ὀφθαλμοῦ ἀλάωσεν , ἐπεί μʼ ἐδαμάσσατο οἴνῳ .
ἀλλʼ ἄγε δεῦρʼ , Ὀδυσεῦ , ἵνα τοι πὰρ ξείνια θείω
πομπήν τʼ ὀτρύνω δόμεναι κλυτὸν ἐννοσίγαιον ·
τοῦ γὰρ ἐγὼ πάϊς εἰμί , πατὴρ δʼ ἐμὸς εὔχεται εἶναι .
αὐτὸς δʼ , αἴ κʼ ἐθέλῃσʼ , ἰήσεται , οὐδέ τις ἄλλος
οὔτε θεῶν μακάρων οὔτε θνητῶν ἀνθρώπων .
ἀλλά μιν ἄψορρον προσέφην κεκοτηότι θυμῷ ·
Κύκλωψ , αἴ κέν τίς σε καταθνητῶν ἀνθρώπων
ὀφθαλμοῦ εἴρηται ἀεικελίην ἀλαωτύν ,
φάσθαι Ὀδυσσῆα πτολιπόρθιον ἐξαλαῶσαι ,
υἱὸν Λαέρτεω , Ἰθάκῃ ἔνι οἰκίʼ ἔχοντα .
ὣς ἐφάμην , ὁ δέ μʼ οἰμώξας ἠμείβετο μύθῳ ·
ὢ πόποι , ἦ μάλα δή με παλαίφατα θέσφαθʼ ἱκάνει .
ἔσκε τις ἐνθάδε μάντις ἀνὴρ ἠύς τε μέγας τε ,
Τήλεμος Εὐρυμίδης , ὃς μαντοσύνῃ ἐκέκαστο
καὶ μαντευόμενος κατεγήρα Κυκλώπεσσιν ·
ὅς μοι ἔφη τάδε πάντα τελευτήσεσθαι ὀπίσσω ,
χειρῶν ἐξ Ὀδυσῆος ἁμαρτήσεσθαι ὀπωπῆς .
ἀλλʼ αἰεί τινα φῶτα μέγαν καὶ καλὸν ἐδέγμην
ἐνθάδʼ ἐλεύσεσθαι , μεγάλην ἐπιειμένον ἀλκήν ·
νῦν δέ μʼ ἐὼν ὀλίγος τε καὶ οὐτιδανὸς καὶ ἄκικυς
ὀφθαλμοῦ ἀλάωσεν , ἐπεί μʼ ἐδαμάσσατο οἴνῳ .
ἀλλʼ ἄγε δεῦρʼ , Ὀδυσεῦ , ἵνα τοι πὰρ ξείνια θείω
πομπήν τʼ ὀτρύνω δόμεναι κλυτὸν ἐννοσίγαιον ·
τοῦ γὰρ ἐγὼ πάϊς εἰμί , πατὴρ δʼ ἐμὸς εὔχεται εἶναι .
αὐτὸς δʼ , αἴ κʼ ἐθέλῃσʼ , ἰήσεται , οὐδέ τις ἄλλος
οὔτε θεῶν μακάρων οὔτε θνητῶν ἀνθρώπων .
"
But
I
,
of
mind
elate
,
and
scorning
fear
,
Thus with new taunts insult the monster’s ear :
‘Cyclop ! if any , pitying thy disgrace .
Ask , who disfigured thus that eyeless face ?
Say ’twas Ulysses : ’twas his deed declare ,
Laertes’ son , of Ithaca the fair ;
Ulysses , far in fighting fields renown’d ,
Before whose arm Troy tumbled to the ground . ’
" The astonished savage with a roar replies :
‘Oh heavens ! oh faith of ancient prophecies !
This , Telemus Eurymedes foretold
( The mighty seer who on these hills grew old ;
Skill’d the dark fates of mortals to declare ,
And learn’d in all wing’d omens of the air ) ;
Long since he menaced , such was Fate’s command ;
And named Ulysses as the destined hand .
I deem’d some godlike giant to behold ,
Or lofty hero , haughty , brave , and bold ;
Not this weak pigmy wretch , of mean design ,
Who , not by strength subdued me , but by wine .
But come , accept our gifts , and join to pray
Great Neptune’s blessing on the watery way ;
For his I am , and I the lineage own ;
The immortal father no less boasts the son .
His power can heal me , and relight my eye ;
And only his , of all the gods on high . ’
Thus with new taunts insult the monster’s ear :
‘Cyclop ! if any , pitying thy disgrace .
Ask , who disfigured thus that eyeless face ?
Say ’twas Ulysses : ’twas his deed declare ,
Laertes’ son , of Ithaca the fair ;
Ulysses , far in fighting fields renown’d ,
Before whose arm Troy tumbled to the ground . ’
" The astonished savage with a roar replies :
‘Oh heavens ! oh faith of ancient prophecies !
This , Telemus Eurymedes foretold
( The mighty seer who on these hills grew old ;
Skill’d the dark fates of mortals to declare ,
And learn’d in all wing’d omens of the air ) ;
Long since he menaced , such was Fate’s command ;
And named Ulysses as the destined hand .
I deem’d some godlike giant to behold ,
Or lofty hero , haughty , brave , and bold ;
Not this weak pigmy wretch , of mean design ,
Who , not by strength subdued me , but by wine .
But come , accept our gifts , and join to pray
Great Neptune’s blessing on the watery way ;
For his I am , and I the lineage own ;
The immortal father no less boasts the son .
His power can heal me , and relight my eye ;
And only his , of all the gods on high . ’