§1127ταῦτʼ οὐ πλακοῦς δῆτʼ ἐστὶν ἀνθρώποις γλυκύς;
And is this not indeed a sweet cake for men?
§1128κατάχει σὺ παῖ τοὔλαιον.
Pour on the oil, boy.
ἐν τῷ χαλκίῳ §1129ἐνορῶ γέροντα δειλίας φευξούμενον.
In the bronze I see an old man who will be prosecuted for cowardice.
§1130κατάχει σὺ τὸ μέλι.
Pour on the honey.
κἀνθάδʼ ἔνδηλος γέρων §1131κλάειν κελεύων Λάμαχον τὸν Γοργάσου.
And here too is visible an old man bidding Lamachus, the son of Gorgasus, to weep.
§1132φέρε δεῦρο παῖ θώρακα πολεμιστήριον.
Bring here, boy, my breastplate of war.
§1133ἔξαιρε παῖ θώρακα κἀμοὶ τὸν χοᾶ.
Bring out, boy, and for me my wine-jar.
§1134ἐν τῷδε πρὸς τοὺς πολεμίους θωρήξομαι.
In this I shall arm myself against the enemy.
§1135ἐν τῷδε πρὸς τοὺς συμπότας θωρήξομαι.
In this I shall arm myself against my drinking companions.
§1136τὰ στρώματʼ ὦ παῖ δῆσον ἐκ τῆς ἀσπίδος.
Tie the blankets to the shield, boy.
§1137τὸ δεῖπνον ὦ παῖ δῆσον ἐκ τῆς κιστίδος.
Tie the dinner to the basket, boy.
§1138ἐγὼ δʼ ἐμαυτῷ τὸν γυλιὸν οἴσω λαβών.
And I will carry the knapsack for myself, taking it.
§1139ἐγὼ δὲ θοἰμάτιον λαβὼν ἐξέρχομαι.
And I, taking my cloak, go out.
§1140τὴν ἀσπίδʼ αἴρου καὶ βάδιζʼ ὦ παῖ λαβών.
Lift the shield and walk, boy, taking it.
§1141νείφει.
It snows.
βαβαιάξ·
Whew!
χειμέρια τὰ πράγματα.
Wintery affairs!
§1142αἴρου τὸ δεῖπνον·
Lift the dinner.
συμποτικὰ τὰ πράγματα.
Convivial affairs!
§1143ἴτε δὴ χαίροντες ἐπὶ στρατιάν.
Go then, rejoicing, to the army.
§1144ὡς ἀνομοίαν ἔρχεσθον ὁδόν· §1145τῷ μὲν πίνειν στεφανωσαμένῳ, §1146σοὶ δὲ ῥιγῶν καὶ προφυλάττειν, §1147τῷ δὲ καθεύδειν §1148μετὰ παιδίσκης ὡραιοτάτης, §1149ἀνατριβομένῳ τε τὸ δεῖνα.
How different a path you both travel: for one, to drink, garlanded, for you, to shiver and keep watch, for him, to sleep with a most beautiful girl, rubbing his you-know-what.
§1150Ἀντίμαχον τὸν ψακάδος †τὸν ξυγγραφῆ† τὸν μελέων ποιητήν, §1151ὡς μὲν ἁπλῷ, κακῶς ἐξολέσειεν ὁ Ζεύς· §1155ὅς γʼ ἐμὲ τὸν τλήμονα Λήναια χορηγῶν ἀπέλυσʼ ἄδειπνον.
Antimachus, the son of Psakas, the writer of lyrics, in a word, may Zeus utterly destroy him miserably: who, when acting as choregos of the Lenaea, sent me away dinnerless, miserable as I am.
§1156ὃν ἔτʼ ἐπίδοιμι τευθίδος §1157δεόμενον, ἡ δʼ ὠπτημένη §1158σίζουσα πάραλος ἐπὶ τραπέζῃ κειμένη §1159ὀκέλλοι· κᾆτα μέλλοντος §1160λαβεῖν αὐτοῦ κύων §1161ἁρπάσασα φεύγοι.
Whom may I yet see, desiring a cuttlefish, and it, roasted, sizzling, fresh from the sea, lying on the table, should run aground; and then, just as he is about to take it, a dog snatching it should flee.
§1162τοῦτο μὲν αὐτῷ κακὸν ἕν, κᾆθʼ ἕτερον νυκτερινὸν γένοιτο.
This indeed is one evil for him; and then may another night-mishap happen.
§1165ἠπιαλῶν γὰρ οἴκαδʼ ἐξ ἱππασίας βαδίζων, §1166εἶτα κατάξειέ τις αὐτοῦ μεθύων τῆς κεφαλῆς Ὀρέστης §1167μαινόμενος· ὁ δὲ λίθον βαλεῖν §1168βουλόμενος ἐν σκότῳ λάβοι §1170τῇ χειρὶ πέλεθον ἀρτίως κεχεσμένον· §1171ἐπᾴξειεν δʼ ἔχων §1172τὸν μάρμαρον, κἄπειθʼ ἁμαρτὼν §1173βάλοι Κρατῖνον.
For as he walks home with fever from horse-riding, then may some drunk Orestes, mad, crack his head; and he, wishing to throw a stone in the dark, may grab with his hand freshly voided dung; and charging with it, the "stone," and then missing, may he hit Cratinus.
O servants who are in the house of Lamachus, warm water, warm water in a little pot!
Prepare bandages, wax salve, greasy wool, and a bandage for his ankle.
§1178ἁνὴρ τέτρωται χάρακι διαπηδῶν τάφρον, §1179καὶ τὸ σφυρὸν παλίνορρον ἐξεκόκκισεν, §1180καὶ τῆς κεφαλῆς κατέαγε περὶ λίθῳ πεσών, §1181καὶ Γοργόνʼ ἐξήγειρεν ἐκ τῆς ἀσπίδος.
The master is wounded by a stake as he was jumping a ditch, and he has dislocated his ankle backward, and broke his head, falling on a stone, and woke the Gorgon from his shield.
§1182πτίλον δὲ τὸ μέγα κομπολακύθου πεσὸν §1183πρὸς ταῖς πέτραισι, δεινὸν ἐξηύδα μέλος· §1184ὦ κλεινὸν ὄμμα νῦν πανύστατόν σʼ ἰδὼν §1185λείπω φάος γε τοὐμόν, οὐκέτʼ εἰμʼ ἐγώ. §1186τοσαῦτα λέξας εἰς ὑδρορρόαν πεσὼν §1187ἀνίσταταί τε καὶ ξυναντᾷ δραπέταις §1188λῃστὰς ἐλαύνων καὶ κατασπέρχων δορί.
And the great feather of the boaster having fallen against the rocks, he uttered a terrible song: "O glorious eye, now seeing thee for the very last time, I leave my light; I am no more." Having said so much, and falling into a ditch, he stands up and meets the runaways, driving bandits and urging them on with his spear.
§1189ὁδὶ δὲ καὐτός·
But here he is himself!
ἀλλʼ ἄνοιγε τὴν θύραν.
Open the door.
§1190ἀτταταῖ ἀτταταῖ
Attatai, attatai!
§1193στυγερὰ τάδε γε κρυερὰ πάθεα·
Miserable indeed and freezing are these sufferings!
τάλας ἐγώ.
Wretched me!
§1194διόλλυμαι δορὸς ὑπὸ πολεμίου τυπείς.
I am destroyed, struck by a hostile spear.
§1195ἐκεῖνο δʼ οὖν αἰακτὸν ἂν γένοιτο, §1196Δικαιόπολις εἴ μʼ ἴδοι τετρωμένον §1197κᾆτʼ ἐγχάνοι ταῖς ἐμαῖς τύχαισιν.
But that indeed would be cause for lament, if Dicaeopolis should see me wounded and then should mock my misfortunes.
§1198ἀτταταῖ ἀτταταῖ
Attatai, attatai!
§1199τῶν τιτθίων, ὡς σκληρὰ καὶ κυδώνια.
What breasts! How firm and like quinces!
Kiss me softly, O my golden ones, with the wrap-around and tongue-kiss.
§1203τὸν γὰρ χοᾶ πρῶτος ἐκπέπωκα.
For I have been the first to drink up the cup.
§1204ὦ συμφορὰ τάλαινα τῶν ἐμῶν κακῶν.
O wretched misfortune of my evils!
§1205ἰὼ ἰὼ τραυμάτων ἐπωδύνων.
Alas, alas, for the painful wounds!
§1207ἰὴ ἰὴ χαῖρε Λαμαχίππιον.
Hail, hail, greetings, little Lamachus-horsy!
§1208στυγερὸς ἐγώ.
Wretched am I.
§1208bτί με σὺ κυνεῖς;
Why do you kiss me?
§1209μογερὸς ἐγώ.
Distressed am I.
§1209bτί με σὺ δάκνεις;
Why do you bite me?
§1210τάλας ἐγὼ ξυμβολῆς βαρείας.
Wretched am I from the heavy encounter!
§1211τοῖς Χουσὶ γάρ τις ξυμβολὰς ἐπράττετο;
For did someone demand contributions at the Cups?
§1212ἰὼ ἰὼ Παιὰν Παιάν.
Io, io, Paean, Paean!
§1213ἀλλʼ οὐχὶ νυνὶ τήμερον Παιώνια.
But today is not the festival of Paeonia.
Hold me, hold me by the leg, oh, oh! Help me, O friends.
And as for me, you two hold me both by the middle of my tool, help me, O girlfriends.
I am dizzy in the head, struck by a stone, and my sight is spinning in darkness.
And I want to sleep, and I have an erection, and I am dizzy with desire to mate.
Carry me outside to Pittalus' house with healing hands.
§1224ὡς τοὺς κριτάς με φέρετε·
Carry me to the judges!
ποῦ ʼστιν ὁ βασιλεύς;
Where is the King?
§1225ἀπόδοτέ μοι τὸν ἀσκόν.
Give me the wineskin.
§1226λόγχη τις ἐμπέπηγέ μοι διʼ ὀστέων ὀδυρτά.
A painful spear has pierced through my bones lamentably.
§1227ὁρᾶτε τουτονὶ κενόν. τήνελλα καλλίνικος.
Behold this empty one! Tenella, glorious victor!
§1228τήνελλα δῆτʼ, εἴπερ καλεῖς γʼ, ὦ πρέσβυ, καλλίνικος. §1229καὶ πρός γʼ ἄκρατον ἐγχέας ἄμυστιν ἐξέλαψα.
Tenella indeed, since you call, O old man, "glorious victor." And moreover, having poured unmixed wine, I gulped it down at one draught.
§1230τήνελλά νυν ὦ γεννάδα·
Tenella then, O noble one!
χώρει λαβὼν τὸν ἀσκόν.
Go, taking the wineskin.