§539τί δρῶμεν, ὦ Σιληνέ;
CYCLOPS: What should we do, Silenus?
σοὶ μένειν δοκεῖ;
Does it seem best to you to remain?
§540δοκεῖ.
SILENUS: It does.
τί γὰρ δεῖ συμποτῶν ἄλλων, Κύκλωψ;
For why do we need other drinking companions, Cyclops?
§541καὶ μὴν λαχνῶδές τ’ οὖδας ἀνθηρᾶς χλόης. . . .
CYCLOPS: And indeed, the ground of flowery grass is downy...
§542καὶ πρός γε θάλπος ἡλίου πίνειν καλόν.
SILENUS: Yes, and moreover it is beautiful to drink in the warmth of the sun.
§543κλίθητί νύν μοι πλευρὰ θεὶς ἐπὶ χθονός.
SILENUS: Now lean back for me, placing your ribs on the ground.
§544ἰδού.
CYCLOPS: There.
§545τί δῆτα τὸν κρατῆρ’ ὄπισθέ μου τίθης;
CYCLOPS: Why on earth do you place the mixing-bowl behind me?
§546ὡς μὴ παριών τις καταβάλῃ.
SILENUS: Lest someone passing by should knock it over.
κάτθες αὐτὸν ἐς μέσον.
Put it down in the middle.
§548σὺ δ’, ὦ ξέν’, εἰπὲ τοὔνομ’ ὅ τι σε χρὴ καλεῖν.
CYCLOPS: And you, stranger, tell me the name by which I should call you.
§549Οὖτιν·
ODYSSEUS: Outis.
χάριν δὲ τίνα λαβών σ’ ἐπαινέσω;
And receiving what favor shall I praise you?
§550πάντων σ’ ἑταίρων ὕστερον θοινάσομαι.
CYCLOPS: I will feast on you last of all your companions.
§551καλόν γε τὸ γέρας τῷ ξένῳ δίδως, Κύκλωψ.
SILENUS: Indeed a beautiful prize you give to the stranger, Cyclops.
§552οὗτος, τί δρᾷς;
CYCLOPS: Hey, what are you doing?
τὸν οἶνον ἐκπίνεις λάθρᾳ;
Are you drinking up the wine in secret?
§553οὔκ, ἀλλ’ ἔμ’ οὗτος ἔκυσεν, ὅτι καλὸν βλέπω.
SILENUS: No, but this wine kissed me, because I look handsome.
§554κλαύσῃ, φιλῶν τὸν οἶνον οὐ φιλοῦντά σε.
CYCLOPS: You will weep, loving the wine that does not love you.
§555ναὶ μὰ Δί’, ἐπεί μού φησ’ ἐρᾶν ὄντος καλοῦ.
SILENUS: Yes, by Zeus, since it says it loves me because I am beautiful.
§556ἔγχει, πλέων δὲ τὸν σκύφον.
CYCLOPS: Pour, and fill the cup.
δίδου μόνον.
Just give it.
§557πῶς οὖν κέκραται;
SILENUS: How then is it mixed?
φέρε διασκεψώμεθα.
Come, let us inspect.
§558ἀπολεῖς·
CYCLOPS: You will ruin it.
δὸς οὕτως.
Give it as it is.
SILENUS: No, by Zeus, not before I see you receive a wreath, and I taste it further...
§560ὦ οἰνοχόος ἄδικος.
CYCLOPS: Oh, unjust wine-pourer!
§560bοὐ μὰ Δί’, ἀλλ’ ὦ οἶνος γλυκύς.
SILENUS: No, by Zeus, but oh, sweet wine!
§561ἀπομυκτέον δέ σοί ἐστιν ὡς λήψῃ πιεῖν.
SILENUS: And you must wipe your nose so that you may take it to drink.
§562ἰδού, καθαρὸν τὸ χεῖλος αἱ τρίχες τέ μου.
CYCLOPS: There, my lips and my hair are clean.
SILENUS: Place your elbow gracefully now, and then drink it up, just as you see me drinking—and just as you do not see me.
§565ἆ ἆ, τί δράσεις;
CYCLOPS: Ah, ah! What will you do?
§565bἡδέως ἠμύστισα.
SILENUS: I took a sweet deep draught.
§566λάβ’, ὦ ξέν’, αὐτὸς οἰνοχόος τέ μοι γενοῦ.
CYCLOPS: Take it, stranger, and you become my wine-pourer.
§567γιγνώσκεται γοῦν ἡ ἄμπελος τἠμῇ χερί.
ODYSSEUS: At any rate, the vine is well known to my hand.
§568φέρ’ ἔγχεόν νυν.
CYCLOPS: Come, pour now.
§568bἐγχέω, σίγα μόνον.
ODYSSEUS: I pour, only be silent.
§569χαλεπὸν τόδ’ εἶπας, ὅστις ἂν πίνῃ πολύν.
CYCLOPS: A difficult thing you ask, for whoever drinks much.
§570ἰδοὺ λαβὼν ἔκπιθι καὶ μηδὲν λίπῃς.
ODYSSEUS: There, take and drink it up, and leave nothing.
§571συνεκθανεῖν δὲ σπῶντα χρὴ τῷ πώματι.
And one must die together with the drink while taking a deep draught.
§572παπαῖ, σοφόν γε τὸ ξύλον τῆς ἀμπέλου.
CYCLOPS: Papai! Indeed wise is the wood of the vine.
§573κἂν μὲν σπάσῃς γε δαιτὶ πρὸς πολλῇ πολύν, §574τέγξας ἄδιψον νηδύν, εἰς ὕπνον βαλεῖ, §575ἢν δ’ ἐλλίπῃς τι, ξηρανεῖ σ’ ὁ Βάκχιος.
ODYSSEUS: And if indeed you take a deep draught of much wine at a great feast, having moistened your thirstless belly, it will cast you into sleep; but if you leave anything behind, Bacchus will dry you up.
§576ἰοὺ ἰού,
CYCLOPS: Hurrah, hurrah!
§577ὡς ἐξένευσα μόγις·
How I barely swam out!
ἄκρατος ἡ χάρις.
The pleasure is unmixed.
§578ὁ δ’ οὐρανός μοι συμμεμιγμένος δοκεῖ §579τῇ γῇ φέρεσθαι, τοῦ Διός τε τὸν θρόνον §580λεύσσω, τὸ πᾶν τε δαιμόνων ἁγνὸν σέβας.
And the heaven seems to me mixed up with the earth to be carried along, and the throne of Zeus I behold, and all the holy majesty of the gods.
§581—οὐκ ἂν φιλήσαιμ’· —αἱ Χάριτες πειρῶσί με. —
—I would not kiss them!—The Graces are tempting me.
§582ἅλις Γανυμήδην τόνδ’ ἔχων ἀναπαύσομαι.
Having this Ganymede here is enough, I will rest.
Most beautifully, by the Graces! —And somehow I enjoy boys more than females.
§585ἐγὼ γὰρ ὁ Διός εἰμι Γανυμήδης, Κύκλωψ;
SILENUS: For am I the Ganymede of Zeus, Cyclops?
§586ναὶ μὰ Δί’, ὃν ἁρπάζω γ’ ἐγὼ’κ τοῦ Δαρδάνου.
CYCLOPS: Yes, by Zeus, whom I snatch from the house of Dardanus.
§587ἀπόλωλα, παῖδες·
SILENUS: I am undone, children!
σχέτλια πείσομαι κακά.
I shall suffer cruel evils.
§588μέμφῃ τὸν ἐραστὴν κἀντρυφᾷς πεπωκότι;
CYCLOPS: Do you blame your lover, and mock him when he is drunk?
§589οἴμοι·
SILENUS: Alas!
πικρότατον οἶνον ὄψομαι τάχα.
I shall soon see a most bitter wine.
§590ἄγε δή, Διονύσου παῖδες, εὐγενῆ τέκνα, §591ἔνδον μὲν ἁνήρ· τῷ δ’ ὕπνῳ παρειμένος §592τάχ’ ἐξ ἀναιδοῦς φάρυγος ὠθήσει κρέα.
ODYSSEUS: Come now, sons of Dionysus, noble children, the man is inside; and relaxed in sleep, soon from his shameless throat he will push out meat.
§593δαλὸς δ’ ἔσωθεν αὐλίων ὠθεῖ καπνὸν §594παρευτρέπισται· κοὐδὲν ἄλλο πλὴν πυροῦν §595Κύκλωπος ὄψιν·
And the brand inside the halls pushes out smoke, it is prepared; and nothing else remains except to burn the Cyclops' eye.
ἀλλ’ ὅπως ἀνὴρ ἔσῃ.
But see that you be men.
§596πέτρας τὸ λῆμα κἀδάμαντος ἕξομεν.
CHORUS: We shall have the resolve of rock and adamant.
But go into the house, before our father suffers something helpless; since things here are prepared for you.
§599Ἥφαιστ’, ἄναξ Αἰτναῖε, γείτονος κακοῦ §600λαμπρὸν πυρώσας ὄμμ’ ἀπαλλάχθηθ’ ἅπαξ, §601σύ τ’, ὦ μελαίνης Νυκτὸς ἐκπαίδευμ’, Ὕπνε, §602ἄκρατος ἐλθὲ θηρὶ τῷ θεοστυγεῖ, §603καὶ μὴ’πὶ καλλίστοισι Τρωικοῖς πόνοις §604αὐτόν τε ναύτας τ’ ἀπολέσητ’ Ὀδυσσέα §605ὑπ’ ἀνδρός, ᾧ θεῶν οὐδὲν ἢ βροτῶν μέλει.
ODYSSEUS: Hephaestus, lord of Etna, having burned the bright eye of your evil neighbor, rid us of him once and for all, and you, Sleep, child of black Night, come unmixed upon the beast hated by the gods, and do not, after the most beautiful Trojan labors, destroy Odysseus himself and his sailors by a man who cares nothing for gods or mortals.
Otherwise, one must consider Chance to be a god, and the things of the gods to be inferior to Chance.
§608λήψεται τὸν τράχηλον §609ἐντόνως ὁ καρκίνος §610τοῦ ξενοδαιτυμόνος· πυρὶ γὰρ τάχα §611φωσφόρους ὀλεῖ κόρας.
CHORUS: The pincers will grasp the neck firmly of the host-eater; for soon with fire he will destroy his light-bearing pupil.
Already the brand turned to coal is hidden in the ashes, a vast branch of oak.
ἀλλ’ ἴτω Μάρων·
But let Maron go forth!
§616aπρασσέτω·
Let him act!
Let him pluck out the eyelid of the mad Cyclops, so that he may drink to his misery.
§619κἀγὼ §620τὸν φιλοκισσοφόρον Βρόμιον πο- §621θεινὸν εἰσιδεῖν θέλω, §622Κύκλω- §622aπος λιπὼν ἐρημίαν· §623ἆρ’ ἐς τοσόνδ’ ἀφίξομαι;
And I too wish to behold longing Bromius who loves ivy-bearing, leaving the Cyclops' desolation; shall I ever arrive at such a state?
§624σιγᾶτε πρὸς θεῶν, θῆρες, ἡσυχάζετε,
ODYSSEUS: Be silent, by the gods, beasts, keep quiet!