§9.1ἐθέλω χαλκάσπιδα Πυθιονίκαν §9.2σὺν βαθυζώνοισιν ἀγγέλλων §9.3Τελεσικράτη Χαρίτεσσι γεγωνεῖν, §9.4ὄλβιον ἄνδρα, διωξίππου στεφάνωμα Κυράνας·
I wish, with the deep-girdled Graces, announcing the bronze-shielded Pythian victor Telesicrates, to cry aloud, the blessed man, the crown of horse-driving Cyrene.
§9.5τὰν ὁ χαιτάεις ἀνεμοσφαράγων ἐκ Παλίου κόλπων ποτὲ Λατοΐδας §9.6ἅρπασʼ, ἔνεικέ τε χρυσέῳ παρθένον ἀγροτέραν δίφρῳ, τόθι νιν πολυμήλου §9.7καὶ πολυκαρποτάτας θῆκε δέσποιναν χθονὸς §9.8ῥίζαν ἀπείρου τρίταν εὐήρατον θάλλοισαν οἰκεῖν.
Whom once the long-haired son of Leto, from the wind-resounding hollows of Pelion, carried away, and brought the huntress maiden in a golden chariot, to where he made her mistress of a land rich in sheep and most fruitful, to inhabit the third, lovely, blooming root of the continent.
And silver-footed Aphrodite received the Delian guest from the god-built chariot, touching him with a light hand.
§9.12καί σφιν ἐπὶ γλυκεραῖς εὐναῖς ἐρατὰν βάλεν αἰδῶ, §9.13ξυνὸν ἁρμόζοισα θεῷ τε γάμον μιχθέντα κούρᾳ θʼ Ὑψέος εὐρυβία·
And upon their sweet bed she cast lovely shame, joining in a common marriage the god and the daughter of wide-ruling Hypseus.
§9.14ὃς Λαπιθᾶν ὑπερόπλων τουτάκις ἦν βασιλεύς, ἐξ Ὠκεανοῦ γένος ἥρως §9.15δεύτερος· ὅν ποτε Πίνδου κλεενναῖς ἐν πτυχαῖς §9.16Ναῒς εὐφρανθεῖσα Πηνειοῦ λέχει Κρείοισʼ ἔτικτεν, §9.17Γαίας θυγάτηρ.
Who was then king of the overbearing Lapiths, a hero of second generation from Oceanus; whom once in the famous glens of Pindus Creusa, a Naiad, rejoicing in the bed of Peneus, bore, the daughter of Earth.
ὁ δὲ τὰν εὐώλενον §9.18θρέψατο παῖδα Κυράναν·
And he nurtured his beautiful-armed child Cyrene.
ἁ μὲν οὔθʼ ἱστῶν παλιμβάμους ἐφίλησεν ὁδούς, §9.19οὔτε δείπνων οἰκοριᾶν μεθʼ ἑταιρᾶν τέρψιας, §9.20ἀλλʼ ἀκόντεσσίν τε χαλκέοις §9.21φασγάνῳ τε μαρναμένα κεράϊζεν ἀγρίους §9.22θῆρας, ἦ πολλάν τε καὶ ἡσύχιον §9.23βουσὶν εἰρήναν παρέχοισα πατρῴαις, τὸν δὲ σύγκοιτον γλυκὺν §9.24παῦρον ἐπὶ γλεφάροις §9.25ὕπνον ἀναλίσκοισα ῥέποντα πρὸς ἀῶ.
She loved neither the back-and-forth paths of the loom, nor the pleasures of banquets at home with female companions, but with bronze javelins and with the sword, fighting, she slew wild beasts, providing indeed much and quiet peace for her father's cattle, and consuming but little sweet sleep, the bed-fellow, upon her eyelids as it inclined toward the dawn.
§9.26κίχε νιν λέοντί ποτʼ εὐρυφαρέτρας §9.27ὀμβρίμῳ μούναν παλαίοισαν §9.28ἄτερ ἐγχέων ἑκάεργος Ἀπόλλων.
Once, the far-darting Apollo of the wide quiver found her wrestling alone with a mighty lion without spears.
§9.29αὐτίκα δʼ ἐκ μεγάρων Χείρωνα προσέννεπε φωνᾷ. §9.30σεμνὸν ἄντρον, Φιλλυρίδα, προλιπὼν θυμὸν γυναικὸς καὶ μεγάλαν δύνασιν §9.31θαύμασον, οἷον ἀταρβεῖ νεῖκος ἄγει κεφαλᾷ, μόχθου καθύπερθε νεᾶνις §9.32ἦτορ ἔχοισα· φόβῳ δʼ οὐ κεχείμανται φρένες.
At once he spoke to Chiron from his halls with his voice: "Leaving your solemn cave, son of Philyra, marvel at the spirit and great power of this woman, what a fight she wages with an fearless head, a young maiden having a heart above toil; her mind is not storm-tossed by fear.
§9.33τίς νιν ἀνθρώπων τέκεν;
Who of men begot her?
From what stock torn away does she hold the coverts of the shadowy mountains, and tastes of boundless strength?
§9.36ὁσία κλυτὰν χέρα οἱ προσενεγκεῖν, §9.37ἦ ῥα; καὶ ἐκ λεχέων κεῖραι μελιηδέα ποίαν; §9.38τὸν δὲ Κένταυρος ζαμενής, ἀγανᾷ χλαρὸν γελάσσαις ὀφρύϊ, μῆτιν ἑὰν §9.39εὐθὺς ἀμείβετο· κρυπταὶ κλαΐδες ἐντὶ σοφᾶς Πειθοῦς ἱερᾶν φιλοτάτων,
Is it holy to stretch forth my famous hand to her, indeed, and to reap the honey-sweet grass from her bed?" And the powerful Centaur, laughing gently with a mild brow, his counsel straightway returned: "Secret are the keys of wise Persuasion to sacred loves, O Phoebus, and both among gods and men alike they are ashamed of this, to obtain the sweet bed openly for the first time.
§9.40Φοῖβε, καὶ ἔν τε θεοῖς τοῦτο κἀνθρώποις ὁμῶς §9.41αἰδέοντʼ, ἀμφανδὸν ἁδείας τυχεῖν τὸ πρῶτον εὐνᾶς. §9.42καὶ γὰρ σέ, τὸν οὐ θεμιτὸν ψεύδει θιγεῖν, §9.43ἔτραπε μείλιχος ὀργὰ παρφάμεν τοῦτον λόγον.
For even you, whom it is not permitted to touch with falsehood, a gentle impulse turned to speak this word dissemblingly.
κούρας δʼ ὁπόθεν γενεὰν §9.44ἐξερωτᾷς, ὦ ἄνα;
Why do you inquire of the maiden's birth, O King?
κύριον ὃς πάντων τέλος §9.45οἶσθα καὶ πάσας κελεύθους· §9.46ὅσσα τε χθὼν ἠρινὰ φύλλʼ ἀναπέμπει, χὠπόσαι §9.47ἐν θαλάσσᾳ καὶ ποταμοῖς ψάμαθοι §9.48κύμασιν ῥιπαῖς τʼ ἀνέμων κλονέονται, χὤ τι μέλλει, χὠπόθεν §9.49ἔσσεται, εὖ καθορᾷς.
You who know the sovereign end of all things and all paths; how many leaves the earth sends up in spring, and how many sands in the sea and in the rivers are tossed by the waves and the blasts of winds, and what is to be, and whence it will come, you see clearly.
But if I must match myself even against a wise one, I will speak.
ταύτᾳ πόσις ἵκεο βᾶσσαν §9.52τάνδε, καὶ μέλλεις ὑπὲρ πόντου §9.53Διὸς ἔξοχον ποτὶ κᾶπον ἐνεῖκαι· §9.54ἔνθα νιν ἀρχέπολιν θήσεις, ἐπὶ λαὸν ἀγείραις §9.55νασιώταν ὄχθον ἐς ἀμφίπεδον· νῦν δʼ εὐρυλείμων πότνιά σοι Λιβύα §9.56δέξεται εὐκλέα νύμφαν δώμασιν ἐν χρυσέοις πρόφρων· ἵνα οἱ χθονὸς αἶσαν §9.57αὐτίκα συντελέθειν ἔννομον δωρήσεται, §9.58οὔτε παγκάρπων φυτῶν νήποινον, οὔτʼ ἀγνῶτα θηρῶν.
As her husband you came to this glen, and you are about to carry her over the sea to the choice garden of Zeus; there you will make her ruler of a city, having gathered an island people to the hill surrounded by plains; and now wide-meadowed queen Libya will receive your glorious bride in her golden halls with a willing mind; where she will grant her a share of the land straightway to be her lawful possession, neither without share of all-fruitful trees, nor unknown to wild beasts.
§9.59τόθι παῖδα τέξεται, ὃν κλυτὸς Ἑρμᾶς §9.60εὐθρόνοις Ὥραισι καὶ Γαίᾳ §9.61ἀνελὼν φίλας ὑπὸ ματέρος οἴσει.
There she will bear a child, whom famous Hermes, lifting from his dear mother, will carry to the well-throned Horai and to Gaia.
§9.62ταὶ δʼ ἐπιγουνίδιον θαησάμενοι βρέφος αὐταῖς, §9.63νέκταρ ἐν χείλεσσι καὶ ἀμβροσίαν στάξοισι, θήσονταί τέ νιν ἀθάνατον §9.64Ζῆνα καὶ ἁγνὸν Ἀπόλλωνʼ, ἀνδράσι χάρμα φίλοις ἄγχιστον, ὀπάονα μήλων,
And they, admiring the babe upon their knees, will drip nectar and ambrosia upon his lips, and will make him an immortal Zeus and holy Apollo, a most close joy to friendly men, a guardian of sheep,"