§949Παύσων σέβεται καὶ νηστεύει, §950πολλάκις αὐτοῖν ἐκ τῶν ὡρῶν §951ἐς τὰς ὥρας ξυνεπευχόμενος §952τοιαῦτα μέλειν θάμʼ ἑαυτῷ.
Pauson pays respect and fasts, praying along with them from season to season to the two goddesses that such circumstances of hunger may often be his concern.
§953ὅρμα χώρει·
Go forward, march!
Guide your light feet into a circle, join hand with hand, and let everyone keep the rhythm of the dance.
§956βαῖνε καρπαλίμοιν ποδοῖν.
Step with swift feet.
One must watch on every side, turning one's eye upon the setup of the circular dance.
At the same time, sing of and honor the race of Olympian gods with your voice, everyone in a dance-frenzied manner.
But if anyone expects that I, being a woman, am going to speak ill of men in the sacred precinct, he does not think rightly.
Rather, we must, as if starting some new task, first establish the graceful step of our well-rounded dance.
March forward, singing of the god of the beautiful lyre and the bow-bearing pure queen Artemis.
§974Ἥραν δὲ τὴν τελείαν §974aμέλψωμεν ὥσπερ εἰκός, §975ἣ πᾶσι τοῖς χοροῖσιν ἐμπαίζει τε καὶ §976κλῇδας γάμου φυλάττει.
And let us sing of Hera the Fulfiller, as is fitting, she who joins in play with all the dances and guards the keys of marriage.
§977Ἑρμῆν τε νόμιον ἄντομαι §978καὶ Πᾶνα καὶ Νύμφας φίλας §979ἐπιγελάσαι προθύμως §980ταῖς ἡμετέραισι §981χαρέντα χορείαις.
And I entreat Hermes, protector of flocks, and Pan and the dear Nymphs, to smile favorably upon our dances, rejoicing in them.
Lift up then with zeal the double grace of the dance.
Let us play, O women, as is our custom, and let us fast by all means.
Come, leap and turn about with rhythmic foot, ring out every song!
§986aἡγοῦ δέ γʼ ὧδʼ αὐτὸς σὺ §987κισσοφόρε Βάκχειε §988δέσποτʼ· ἐγὼ δὲ κώμοις §989σὲ φιλοχόροισι μέλψω.
Lead us yourself in this way, O ivy-crowned Bacchus, Lord; and I, in dances that love the revels, will sing of you.
§990εὔιον ὦ Διόνυσε §991Βρόμιε καὶ Σεμέλας παῖ, §992χοροῖς τερπόμενος §993κατʼ ὄρεα νυμφᾶν †ἐρατοῖσ† ἐν ὕμνοις, §993aεὔιον εὔιον εὐοῖ §994ἀναχορεύων.
O Euian Dionysus, Bromius, child of Semele, delighting in dances among the lovely hymns of the nymphs upon the mountains, crying "Euion, Euion, Euoi" while dancing.
§995ἀμφὶ δὲ σοὶ κτυπεῖται §996Κιθαιρώνιος ἠχώ, §997μελάμφυλλά τʼ ὄρη §998δάσκια καὶ νάπαι πετρώδεις βρέμονται· §999κύκλῳ δὲ περὶ σὲ κισσὸς §1000εὐπέταλος ἕλικι θάλλει.
And around you resounds the echo of Cithaeron, and the dark-leaved shady mountains and rocky glens roar; and around you the ivy with beautiful foliage flourishes with its tendrils.
§1001ἐνταῦτα νῦν οἰμῶξι πρὸς τὴν αἰτρίαν.
Relative: Here now, I must lament to the open air!
§1002ὦ τοξόθʼ ἱκετεύω σε.
O archer, I beg you.
§1002bμή μʼ ἰκετεῦσι σύ.
Archer: You no beg me.
§1003χάλασον τὸν ἧλον.
Relative: Loosen the nail.
§1003bἀλλὰ ταῦτα δρᾶσʼ ἐγώ.
Archer: But me do this.
§1004οἴμοι κακοδαίμων, μᾶλλον ἐπικρούεις σύ γε.
Relative: Ah me, wretched! You are driving it in more!
§1005ἔτι μᾶλλο βοῦλις;
Archer: Want even more?
§1005bἀτταταῖ ἰατταταῖ·
Relative: Attatai, iattatai!
§1006κακῶς ἀπόλοιο.
May you perish miserably!
§1006bσῖγα κακοδαίμων γέρον.
Archer: Quiet, wretched old man.
§1007πέρʼ ἐγὼ ʼξινίγκι πορμός, ἴνα πυλάξι σοι.
Me bring mat, so me guard you.
§1008ταυτὶ τὰ βέλτιστʼ ἀπολέλαυκʼ Εὐριπίδου.
Relative: These are the finest benefits I have enjoyed from Euripides!
§1009ἔα·
Ah!
θεοί, Ζεῦ σῶτερ, εἰσὶν ἐλπίδες.
Gods, Savior Zeus, there is hope.
§1010ἁνὴρ ἔοικεν οὐ προδώσειν, ἀλλά μοι §1011σημεῖον ὑπεδήλωσε Περσεὺς ἐκδραμών, §1012ὅτι δεῖ με γίγνεσθʼ Ἀνδρομέδαν· πάντως δέ μοι §1013τὰ δέσμʼ ὑπάρχει.
The man seems determined not to betray me; rather, by flying past as Perseus, he subtly showed me a sign that I must play Andromeda; at any rate, the chains are already provided for me.
δῆλον οὖν τοῦτʼ ἔσθʼ ὅτι §1015ἥξει με σώσων· οὐ γὰρ ἂν παρέπτετο.
It is clear, then, that he will come to save me; for otherwise he would not have flown past.
Dear maidens, dear ones, how then could I escape and escape the notice of the Scythian?
§1019κλύεις;
Do you hear?
By all that is sacred, you who dwell in caves, nod assent, and allow me, your wife, to approach.
§1022ἄνοικτος ὅς μʼ ἔδησε τὸν §1023πολυστονώτατον βροτῶν· §1024μόλις δὲ γραῖαν ἀποφυγὼν §1025σαπρὰν ἀπωλόμην ὅμως.
Pitiless is he who bound me, the most lamentable of mortals; and though I barely escaped a rotten old woman, I have perished nonetheless.
For this Scythian here, having long stood as my guard, has hung me up as a ruinous, friendless meal for the crows.
ὁρᾷς;
Do you see?
οὐ §1030χοροῖσιν οὐδʼ ὑφʼ ἡλίκων νεανίδων §1031κημὸν ἕστηκʼ ἔχουσʼ, §1032ἀλλʼ ἐν πυκνοῖς δεσμοῖσιν ἐμπεπλεγμένη §1033κήτει βορὰ Γλαυκέτῃ πρόκειμαι, §1034γαμηλίῳ μὲν οὐ ξὺν §1035παιῶνι δεσμίῳ δὲ
I do not stand in dances nor among young maidens of my age holding a ballot-box, but entangled in thick bonds, I lie exposed as food for a sea-monster, for Glaucetes, not with a marriage song, but with a captive's wail.
§1036γοᾶσθέ μʼ ὦ γυναῖκες, ὡς §1037μέλεα μὲν πέπονθα μέλεος, §1038ὦ τάλας ἐγὼ τάλας, §1039ἀπὸ δὲ συγγόνων τάλανʼ ἄνομα πάθεα, §1040φῶτά τε λιτομέναν, πολυδάκρυτον Ἀίδα §1041γόον †φεύγουσαν† §1042αἰαῖ αἰαῖ ἒ ἒ,
Lament for me, O women, since I, wretched, have suffered wretched things, O miserable me, miserable, having suffered lawless sufferings from my kinsman, and as a suppliant, fleeing the tearful wailing of Hades, alas, alas, eh, eh!
§1043ὃς ἔμʼ ἀπεξύρησε πρῶτον, §1044ὃς ἐμὲ κροκόεντʼ ἐνέδυσεν· §1045ἐπὶ δὲ τοῖσδʼ ἐς τόδʼ ἀνέπεμψεν §1046ἱερόν, ἔνθα γυναῖκες.
He who first shaved me, who dressed me in a saffron robe, and after these things sent me up to this sanctuary, where the women are.
§1047ἰώ μοι μοίρας ἄτεγκτε δαίμων·
Alas, merciless deity of fate!
§1048ὦ κατάρατος ἐγώ·
O accursed me!
Who will not look upon my unenviable suffering in the presence of these evils?
Would that the fire-bearing star of heaven— would utterly destroy the barbarian!
§1052οὐ γὰρ ἔτʼ ἀθανάταν φλόγα λεύσσειν §1053ἐστὶν ἐμοὶ φίλον, ὡς ἐκρεμάσθην, §1054λαιμότμητʼ ἄχη δαιμόνων αἰόλαν §1055νέκυσιν ἐπὶ πορείαν.
For since I was hung up, to look upon the immortal flame is no longer dear to me, as I go to the path of corpses, with throat-cutting pains, led by the swift demons of the dead.
§1056χαῖρʼ ὦ φίλη παῖ·
Euripides: Hail, dear child!
τὸν δὲ πατέρα Κηφέα §1057ὅς σʼ ἐξέθηκεν ἀπολέσειαν οἱ θεοί.
But may the gods destroy Cepheus, your father who exposed you.