Trygaios: But whatever you intend to sing, my boy, Trygaios: first stand right here beside me and rehearse it here.
Son of Lamachus: "Now again let us begin with the younger men—" Trygaios: Stop!
Trygaios: Singing of younger (armed) men, and that too, you thrice-miserable wretch, Trygaios: when there is peace!
ἀμαθές γʼ εἶ καὶ κατάρατον.
You are indeed ignorant and cursed.
§1273οἱ δʼ ὅτε δὴ σχεδὸν ἦσαν ἐπʼ ἀλλήλοισιν ἰόντες, §1274σύν ῥʼ ἔβαλον ῥινούς τε καὶ ἀσπίδας ὀμφαλοέσσας. §1275ἀσπίδας;
Son of Lamachus: "And when they indeed were going near each other, Son of Lamachus: they dashed together their ox-hide shields and bossed shields." Trygaios: Shields?
οὐ παύσει μεμνημένος ἀσπίδος ἡμῖν;
Won't you stop mentioning shields to us?
Son of Lamachus: "And there arose at once the wailing and the vaunting of men." Trygaios: Wailing of men?
κλαύσει νὴ τὸν Διόνυσον §1278οἰμωγὰς ᾄδων, καὶ ταύτας ὀμφαλοέσσας.
By Dionysus, you shall weep Trygaios: for singing of wailings, and bossed ones at that!
§1279ἀλλὰ τί δῆτʼ ᾄδω;
Son of Lamachus: But what then should I sing?
σὺ γὰρ εἰπέ μοι οἷστισι χαίρεις.
Tell me what kinds of songs you delight in.
§1280ὣς οἱ μὲν δαίνυντο βοῶν κρέα, καὶ τὰ τοιαυτί· §1281ἄριστον προτίθεντο καὶ ἅτθʼ ἥδιστα πάσασθαι.
Trygaios: "Thus they were feasting on the flesh of oxen, and such things," Trygaios: "and they set out breakfast, whatever was sweetest to feast upon." Sing such things.
§1282ὣς οἱ μὲν δαίνυντο βοῶν κρέα, καὐχένας ἵππων §1283ἔκλυον ἱδρώοντας, ἐπεὶ πολέμου ἐκόρεσθεν. §1284εἶεν;
Son of Lamachus: "Thus they were feasting on the flesh of oxen, and Son of Lamachus: they loosed the sweaty necks of horses, when they were sated of war." Trygaios: Good!
ἐκόρεσθεν τοῦ πολέμου κᾆτʼ ἤσθιον. §1285ταῦτʼ ᾆδε, ταῦθʼ, ὡς ἤσθιον κεκορημένοι.
"They were sated of war and then they ate." Trygaios: Sing this, sing how they ate, being sated.
Son of Lamachus: "Then indeed they armed themselves (or drank their fill) having ceased—" Trygaios: Gladly, I think.
Son of Lamachus: "And they poured out of the towers, and an unquenchable shout arose." Trygaios: May you perish most miserably, boy, along with your battles!
§1289οὐδὲν γὰρ ᾄδεις πλὴν πολέμους.
Trygaios: For you sing of nothing but wars.
τοῦ καί ποτʼ εἶ;
Whose son indeed are you?
§1290ἐγώ;
Son of Lamachus: Me?
§1290bσὺ μέντοι νὴ Δίʼ.
Trygaios: Yes you, indeed, by Zeus.
§1290cυἱὸς Λαμάχου.
Son of Lamachus: The son of Lamachus.
§1291αἰβοῖ·
Trygaios: Ugh!
Trygaios: Indeed, I was wondering as I listened, whether you were not Trygaios: the son of some battle-desiring and battle-weeping man.
§1294ἄπερρε καὶ τοῖς λογχοφόροισιν ᾆδʼ ἰών.
Trygaios: Get lost, and go sing to the spear-bearers.
§1295ποῦ μοι τὸ τοῦ Κλεωνύμου ʼστὶ παιδίον;
Trygaios: Where is the child of Cleonymus for me?
Trygaios: Sing something before going in; for you, I know well, Trygaios: will not sing of troubles; for you are the son of a prudent father.
§1298ἀσπίδι μὲν Σαΐων τις ἀγάλλεται, ἣν παρὰ θάμνῳ §1299ἔντος ἀμώμητον κάλλιπον οὐκ ἐθέλων. §1300εἰπέ μοι ὦ πόσθων, ἐς τὸν σαυτοῦ πατέρʼ ᾄδεις;
Son of Cleonymus: "Some of the Saians glories in the shield, which by a bush, Son of Cleonymus: a blameless armor, I left behind unwillingly." Trygaios: Tell me, you little fellow, are you singing with reference to your own father?
Son of Cleonymus: "But I saved my life—" Trygaios: And disgraced your parents.
§1302ἀλλʼ εἰσίωμεν.
Trygaios: But let us go inside.
εὖ γὰρ οἶδʼ ἐγὼ σαφῶς §1303ὅτι ταῦθʼ ὅσʼ ᾖσας ἄρτι περὶ τῆς ἀσπίδος §1304οὐ μὴ ʼπιλάθῃ ποτʼ ὢν ἐκείνου τοῦ πατρός.
For I know well and clearly Trygaios: that you will certainly never forget what you just sang about the shield, Trygaios: being the son of that father.
§1305ὑμῶν τὸ λοιπὸν ἔργον ἤδη ʼνταῦθα τῶν μενόντων §1306φλᾶν ταῦτα πάντα καὶ σποδεῖν, καὶ μὴ κενὰς παρέλκειν.
Trygaios: For the rest, the task now belongs to you who remain here, Trygaios: to crush and devour all these things, and not to keep your jaws idle.
§1307ἀλλʼ ἀνδρικῶς ἐμβάλλετε §1308καὶ σμώχετʼ ἀμφοῖν τοῖν γνάθοιν· οὐδὲν γὰρ ὦ πόνηροι §1310λευκῶν ὀδόντων ἔργον ἐστʼ, ἢν μή τι καὶ μασῶνται.
Trygaios: Fall to manfully, Trygaios: and chew with both your jaws; for, you rascals, Trygaios: there is no use for white teeth unless they chew something.
§1311ἡμῖν μελήσει ταῦτά γʼ· εὖ ποιεῖς δὲ καὶ σὺ φράζων.
Chorus: This will be our care; and you do well to remind us.
§1312ἀλλʼ ὦ πρὸ τοῦ πεινῶντες ἐμβάλλεσθε τῶν λαγῴων· §1313ὡς οὐχὶ πᾶσαν ἡμέραν §1314πλακοῦσιν ἔστιν ἐντυχεῖν πλανωμένοις ἐρήμοις.
Trygaios: Come, you who formerly were starving, stuff yourselves with the hare's meat; Trygaios: for it is not every day Trygaios: that one can encounter stray, masterless cakes.
§1315πρὸς ταῦτα βρύκετʼ ἢ τάχʼ ἡμῖν φημι μεταμελήσειν.
Trygaios: Therefore devour them, or soon, I tell you, you will regret it.
§1316εὐφημεῖν χρὴ καὶ τὴν νύμφην ἔξω τινὰ δεῦρο κομίζειν §1317δᾷδάς τε φέρειν, καὶ πάντα λεὼν συγχαίρειν κἀπιχορεύειν.
Chorus: It is necessary to keep holy silence and for someone to bring the bride out here, Chorus: and to carry torches, and for all the people to rejoice and dance together.
§1318καὶ τὰ σκεύη πάλιν ἐς τὸν ἀγρὸν νυνὶ χρὴ πάντα κομίζειν §1319ὀρχησαμένους καὶ σπείσαντας καὶ Ὑπέρβολον ἐξελάσαντας, §1320κἀπευξαμένους τοῖσι θεοῖσιν §1321διδόναι πλοῦτον τοῖς Ἕλλησιν, §1322κριθάς τε ποιεῖν ἡμᾶς πολλὰς §1323πάντας ὁμοίως οἶνόν τε πολύν, §1324σῦκά τε τρώγειν, §1325τάς τε γυναῖκας τίκτειν ἡμῖν, §1326καὶ τἀγαθὰ πάνθʼ ὅσʼ ἀπωλέσαμεν §1327συλλέξασθαι πάλιν ἐξ ἀρχῆς, §1328λῆξαί τʼ αἴθωνα σίδηρον.
Chorus: And now we must carry all the utensils back to the field, Chorus: having danced, made libations, driven out Hyperbolus, Chorus: and having prayed to the gods Chorus: to grant wealth to the Greeks, Chorus: and to make us produce much barley, Chorus: all of us alike, and much wine, Chorus: and to eat figs, Chorus: and for our wives to bear children to us, Chorus: and to gather back again from the beginning all the good things we lost, Chorus: and to make the flashing iron cease.
Trygaios: Come here, my wife, to the field, Trygaios: and see to it that you, beautiful as you are, Trygaios: lie down beautifully with me.
§1332Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ.
Chorus: Hymen, O Hymenaeus!
Chorus: O thrice-blessed, how justly Chorus: you now possess your blessings.
§1335Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ.
Chorus: Hymen, O Hymenaeus!
§1335aὙμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ.
Chorus: Hymen, O Hymenaeus!
§1336τί δράσομεν αὐτήν;
Semi-chorus A: What shall we do to her?
§1337τί δράσομεν αὐτήν;
Semi-chorus A: What shall we do to her?
§1338τρυγήσομεν αὐτήν,
Semi-chorus B: We shall harvest her.
§1339τρυγήσομεν αὐτήν.
Semi-chorus B: We shall harvest her.
Chorus: But let us lift and carry her, Chorus: we who are stationed in front, Chorus: the bridegroom, O men!
§1342Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ,
Chorus: Hymen, O Hymenaeus!
§1343Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ,
Chorus: Hymen, O Hymenaeus!
Chorus: You will live beautifully indeed, Chorus: having no troubles, but Chorus: gathering figs.
§1347Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ,
Chorus: Hymen, O Hymenaeus!
§1348Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ.
Chorus: Hymen, O Hymenaeus!
§1349τοῦ μὲν μέγα καὶ παχύ.
Semi-chorus A: His indeed is large and thick.
§1350τῆς δʼ ἡδὺ τὸ σῦκον.
Semi-chorus B: Hers is a sweet fig.
Chorus: You will say so indeed when you eat Chorus: and drink much wine.
§1353Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ,
Chorus: Hymen, O Hymenaeus!
§1354Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ.
Chorus: Hymen, O Hymenaeus!