We indeed sacrifice to you, but to them the barbarians sacrifice.
διὰ τοῦτʼ εἰκότως §412βούλοιντʼ ἂν ἡμᾶς πάντας ἐξολωλέναι, §413ἵνα τὰς τελετὰς λάβοιεν αὐτοὶ τῶν θεῶν.
For this reason, naturally, they would wish us all to be utterly destroyed, so that they themselves might receive the festivals of the gods.
That's why they have been stealthily stealing some of the days and nibbling away at their orbit out of malice.
§416ναὶ μὰ Δία.
Yes, by Zeus!
πρὸς ταῦτʼ ὦ φίλʼ Ἑρμῆ ξύλλαβε §417ἡμῖν προθύμως τήνδε καὶ ξυνέλκυσον.
Therefore, O dear Hermes, eagerly help us with this and pull her up with us.
§418καί σοι τὰ μεγάλʼ ἡμεῖς Παναθήναιʼ ἄξομεν §419πάσας τε τὰς ἄλλας τελετὰς τὰς τῶν θεῶν, §420μυστήριʼ Ἑρμῇ, Διιπόλειʼ, Ἀδώνια· §421ἄλλαι τέ σοι πόλεις πεπαυμέναι κακῶν §422ἀλεξικάκῳ θύσουσιν Ἑρμῇ πανταχοῦ.
And we will celebrate the Great Panathenaia for you, and all the other festivals of the gods, the Mysteries as Hermes' own, the Diipolieia, the Adonia; and other cities, freed from evils, will everywhere sacrifice to Hermes the Averter of Evil.
§423χἄτερʼ ἔτι πόλλʼ ἕξεις ἀγαθά.
And you will have many other good things besides.
πρῶτον δέ σοι §424δῶρον δίδωμι τήνδʼ, ἵνα σπένδειν ἔχῃς.
And first I give you this gift, so that you may have something to pour libations with.
§425οἴμʼ ὡς ἐλεήμων εἴμʼ ἀεὶ τῶν χρυσίδων.
Ah me! How full of pity I always am for gold cups.
§426ὑμέτερον ἐντεῦθεν ἔργον ὦνδρες.
From now on it is your job, men!
ἀλλὰ ταῖς ἄμαις §427εἰσιόντες ὡς τάχιστα τοὺς λίθους ἀφέλκετε.
So entering with your shovels as quickly as possible, drag away the stones.
§428ταῦτα δράσομεν·
We will do this.
σὺ δʼ ἡμῖν ὦ θεῶν σοφώτατε §429ἅττα χρὴ ποιεῖν ἐφεστὼς φράζε δημιουργικῶς· §430τἄλλα δʼ εὑρήσεις ὑπουργεῖν ὄντας ἡμᾶς οὐ κακούς.
And you, O wisest of gods, standing over us, tell us like a master-craftsman what we must do; for the rest, you will find us not bad at assisting you.
Come now, quickly hold out the cup, so that we may set to work in earnest, having prayed to the gods.
§433σπονδὴ σπονδή·
Libation! Libation!
§434εὐφημεῖτε εὐφημεῖτε.
Keep holy silence! Keep holy silence!
§435σπένδοντες εὐχόμεσθα τὴν νῦν ἡμέραν §436Ἕλλησιν ἄρξαι πᾶσι πολλῶν κἀγαθῶν, §437χὤστις προθύμως ξυλλάβοι τῶν σχοινίων, §438τοῦτον τὸν ἄνδρα μὴ λαβεῖν ποτʼ ἀσπίδα.
As we pour libations, we pray that this present day may begin many good things for all Greeks, and that whoever eagerly takes hold of the ropes, that man may never take up a shield.
No, by Zeus, but may he spend his life in peace, keeping a mistress and poking the embers.
§441ὅστις δὲ πόλεμον μᾶλλον εἶναι βούλεται §442μηδέποτε παύσασθʼ αὐτὸν ὦ Διόνυσʼ ἄναξ §443ἐκ τῶν ὀλεκράνων ἀκίδας ἐξαιρούμενον.
And whoever wishes there to be war rather, may he never cease, O Lord Dionysus, extracting arrow-heads from his elbows.
§444κεἴ τις ἐπιθυμῶν ταξιαρχεῖν σοὶ φθονεῖ §445ἐς φῶς ἀνελθεῖν ὦ πότνιʼ, ἐν ταῖσιν μάχαις §446πάσχοι γε τοιαῦθʼ οἷάπερ Κλεώνυμος.
And if anyone, desiring to be a taxiarch, grudges you coming into the light, O revered lady, in battles may he suffer such things as Cleonymus did.
§447κεἴ τις δορυξὸς ἢ κάπηλος ἀσπίδων, §448ἵνʼ ἐμπολᾷ βέλτιον, ἐπιθυμεῖ μαχῶν §449ληφθεὶς ὑπὸ λῃστῶν ἐσθίοι κριθὰς μόνας.
And if any spear-carver or seller of shields, in order to sell better, desires battles, may he be captured by pirates and eat only barley.
§450κεἴ τις στρατηγεῖν βουλόμενος μὴ ξυλλάβοι, §451ἢ δοῦλος αὐτομολεῖν παρεσκευασμένος §452ἐπὶ τοῦ τροχοῦ γʼ ἕλκοιτο μαστιγούμενος.
And if anyone, wishing to be a general, does not help, or a slave preparing to desert, may he be stretched on the wheel and whipped.
§453ἡμῖν δʼ ἀγαθὰ γένοιτʼ.
And may good things come to us!
ἰὴ παιὼν ἰή.
Ie Paian, ie!
§454ἄφελε τὸ παίειν ἀλλʼ ἰὴ μόνον λέγε.
Drop the "strike", but say "ie" only.
§455ἰὴ ἰὴ τοίνυν, ἰὴ μόνον λέγω.
Ie, ie then, "ie" only I say.
§456Ἑρμῇ Χάρισιν Ὥραισιν Ἀφροδίτῃ Πόθῳ.
To Hermes, the Graces, the Seasons, Aphrodite, Desire.
§457Ἄρει δέ;
And to Ares?
§457bμὴ μή.
No, no!
§457cμηδʼ Ἐνυαλίῳ γε;
Nor to Enyalius?
§457dμή.
No!
§458ὑπότεινε δὴ πᾶς καὶ κάταγε τοῖσιν κάλῳς.
Now every man stretch the rope and pull down with the cables!
§459ὦ εἶα.
O heave ho!
§460εἶα μάλα.
Heave hard!
§461ὦ εἶα.
O heave ho!
§462εἶα ἔτι μάλα.
Heave still harder!
§463ὦ εἶα, ὦ εἶα.
O heave ho, o heave ho!
§464ἀλλʼ οὐχ ἕλκουσʼ ἅνδρες ὁμοίως.
But the men are not pulling equally.
§465οὐ ξυλλήψεσθʼ;
Won't you help?
οἷʼ ὀγκύλλεσθʼ·
How you puff yourselves out!
§466οἰμώξεσθʼ οἱ Βοιωτοί.
You Boeotians will howl!
§467εἶά νυν.
Heave now!
§468εἶα ὦ.
Heave oh!
§469ἀλλʼ ἄγετε ξυνανέλκετε καὶ σφώ.
But come, pull up together, you two as well!
Am I not pulling and hanging onto it and throwing myself into it, and working hard?
§472πῶς οὖν οὐ χωρεῖ τοὔργον;
Then why is the work not progressing?
§473ὦ Λάμαχʼ ἀδικεῖς ἐμποδὼν καθήμενος.
O Lamachus, you do wrong by sitting in the way.
§474οὐδὲν δεόμεθʼ ὦνθρωπε τῆς σῆς μορμόνος.
We have no need of your bugbear, man!
§475οὐδʼ οἵδε γʼ εἷλκον οὐδὲν ἁργεῖοι πάλαι §476ἀλλʼ ἢ κατεγέλων τῶν ταλαιπωρουμένων, §477καὶ ταῦτα διχόθεν μισθοφοροῦντες ἄλφιτα.
Nor did these Argives pull at all for a long time, but they did nothing but laugh at those who were in distress, and that too while receiving barley-pay from both sides.
§478ἀλλʼ οἱ Λάκωνες ὦγάθʼ ἕλκουσʼ ἀνδρικῶς.
But the Spartans, my good man, are pulling manfully.
Do you know that only those of them who are held by the wood are eager?
ἀλλʼ ὁ χαλκεὺς οὐκ ἐᾷ.
But the smith does not allow them.
§481οὐδʼ οἱ Μεγαρῆς δρῶσʼ οὐδέν· ἕλκουσιν δʼ ὅμως §482γλισχρότατα σαρκάζοντες ὥσπερ κυνίδια, §483ὑπὸ τοῦ γε λιμοῦ νὴ Δίʼ ἐξολωλότες.
Nor do the Megarians do anything; yet they pull in a most miserable way, grinning like little dogs, ruined by hunger, by Zeus.
We are accomplishing nothing, men; but with one mind we must all take hold of it again.
§486ὦ εἶα.
O heave ho!
§487εἶα μάλα.
Heave hard!
§488ὦ εἶα.
O heave ho!
§489εἶα νὴ Δία.
Heave, by Zeus!
§490μικρόν γε κινοῦμεν.
We are moving it just a little.
Isn't it terrible that some are straining while others pull against them?
§493πληγὰς λήψεσθʼ ὦργεῖοι.
You Argives will get a beating!
§494εἶά νυν.
Heave now!
§495εἶα ὦ.
Heave oh!
§496ὡς κακόνοι τινές εἰσιν ἐν ἡμῖν.
How some ill-disposed people are among us!
You at least, who are longing for peace, pull manfully.
§499ἀλλʼ εἴσʼ οἳ κωλύουσιν.
But there are those who prevent us.
§500ἄνδρες Μεγαρῆς οὐκ ἐς κόρακας ἐρρήσετε;
Megarian men, won't you go to the crows?
For the goddess hates you, remembering; for you first rubbed her with garlic.
§503καὶ τοῖς Ἀθηναίοισι παύσασθαι λέγω §504ἐντεῦθεν ἐχομένοις ὅθεν νῦν ἕλκετε· §505οὐδὲν γὰρ ἄλλο δρᾶτε πλὴν δικάζετε.
And to the Athenians I say: stop holding on from where you are pulling now; for you do nothing else but judge court cases.
§506ἀλλʼ εἴπερ ἐπιθυμεῖτε τήνδʼ ἐξελκύσαι,
But if you really desire to drag her out,