§1Ἠλέκτρου πέρι καὶ ὑμᾶς δηλαδὴ ὁ μῦθος πέπεικεν, αἰγείρους ἐπὶ τῷ Ἠριδανῷ ποταμῷ δακρύειν αὐτὸ θρηνούσας τὸν Φαέθοντα, καὶ ἀδελφάς γε εἶναι τὰς αἰγείρους ἐκείνας τοῦ Φαέθοντος, εἶτα ὀδυρομένας τὸ μειράκιον ἀλλαγῆναι ἐς τὰ δένδρα, καὶ ἀποστάζειν ἔτι αὐτῶν δάκρυον δῆθεν τὸ ἤλεκτρον.
Regarding amber, you too have doubtless been convinced by the myth that poplars on the Eridanus River weep as they lament Phaethon, and that those poplars are indeed sisters of Phaethon, who then, mourning the youth, were changed into trees, and that the amber is indeed the tear still dripping from them.
τοιαῦτα γὰρ ἀμέλει καὶ αὐτὸς ἀκούων τῶν ποιητῶν ᾀδόντων ἤλπιζον, εἴ ποτε γενοίμην ἐπὶ τῷ Ἠριδανῷ, ὑπελθὼν μίαν τῶν αἰγείρων ἐκπετάσας τὸ προκόλπιον ὑποδέξεσθαι τῶν δακρύων ὀλίγα, ὡς ἤλεκτρον ἔχοιμι.
For indeed I myself, hearing the poets sing such things, hoped that if ever I should come to the Eridanus, I would go under one of the poplars, spread out my garment's fold, and receive a few of the tears, so that I might have amber.
§2καὶ δὴ οὐ πρὸ πολλοῦ κατʼ ἄλλο μέν τι χρέος, ἧκον δὲ ὅμως ἐς τὰ χωρία ἐκεῖνα, καὶ — ἔδει γὰρ ἀναπλεῖν κατὰ τὸν Ἠριδανόν — οὔτʼ αἰγείρους εἶδον πάνυ περισκοπῶν οὔτε τὸ ἤλεκτρον, ἀλλʼ οὐδὲ τοὔνομα τοῦ Φαέθοντος ᾔδεσαν οἱ ἐπιχώριοι.
And indeed, not long ago, on some other business, I nevertheless arrived in those parts, and—for it was necessary to sail up the Eridanus—I saw neither poplars, though I looked around carefully, nor the amber; moreover, the local inhabitants did not even know the name of Phaethon.
ἀναζητοῦντος γοῦν ἐμοῦ καὶ διαπυνθανομένου, πότε δὴ ἐπὶ τὰς αἰγείρους ἀφιξόμεθα τὰς τὸ ἤλεκτρον, ἐγέλων οἱ ναῦται καὶ ἠξίουν σαφέστερον λέγειν ὅ τι καὶ θέλοιμι· κἀγὼ τὸν μῦθον διηγούμην αὐτοῖς, Φαέθοντα γενέσθαι Ἡλίου παῖδα, καὶ τοῦτον ἐς ἡλικίαν ἐλθόντα αἰτῆσαι παρὰ τοῦ πατρὸς ἐλάσαι τὸ ἅρμα, ὡς ποιήσειε καὶ αὐτὸς μίαν ἡμέραν, τὸν δὲ δοῦναι, τὸν δὲ ἀπολέσθαι ἐκδιφρευθέντα, καὶ τὰς ἀδελφὰς αὐτοῦ πενθούσας ἐνταῦθά που, ἔφην, παρʼ ὑμῖν, ἵναπερ καὶ κατέπεσεν, ἐπὶ τῷ Ἠριδανῷ, αἰγείρους γενέσθαι καὶ δακρύειν ἔτι ἐπʼ αὐτῷ τὸ ἤλεκτρον.
At any rate, when I was searching and inquiring when we would finally arrive at the poplars with the amber, the sailors laughed and asked me to speak more clearly about what I actually wanted; and I related the myth to them: that Phaethon was the son of Helios, and that when he came of age, he asked his father to drive the chariot, so that he too might make one day, and that his father gave it to him, but he perished by being thrown from the chariot, and his sisters, mourning "somewhere here among you," I said, "just where he fell, by the Eridanus," became poplars and still weep amber for him.
§3τίς ταῦτά σοι, ἔφασκον, διηγήσατο ἀπατεὼν καὶ ψευδολόγος ἄνθρωπος;
"Who told you this," they said, "some imposter and liar?
ἡμεῖς δὲ οὔτε ἡνίοχον τινα ἐκπίπτοντα εἴδομεν οὔτε τὰς αἰγείρους ἃς φὴς ἔχομεν.
We have neither seen any charioteer falling out, nor do we have the poplars you speak of.
εἰ δὲ ἦν τι τοιοῦτον, οἴει ἡμᾶς δυοῖν ὀβολοῖν ἕνεκα ἐρέττειν ἂν ἢ ἕλκειν τὰ πλοῖα πρὸς ἐναντίον τὸ ὕδωρ, οἷς ἐξῆν πλουτεῖν ἀναλέγοντας τῶν αἰγείρων τὰ δάκρυα; τοῦτο λεχθὲν οὐ μετρίως μου καθίκετο, καὶ ἐσιώπησα αἰσχυνθείς, ὅτι παιδίου τινος ὡς ἀληθῶς ἔργον ἐπεπόνθειν πιστεύσας τοῖς ποιηταῖς ἀπίθανα οὕτως ψευδομένοις, ὡς μηδὲν ὑγιὲς ἀρέσκεσθαι αὐτοῖς.
If there were any such thing, do you think we would row or drag our boats against the current for the sake of two obols, when we could be rich by gathering the tears of the poplars?" When this was said, it struck me not lightly, and I fell silent in shame, because I had indeed suffered the behavior of a child in believing the poets who lie so implausibly that nothing sound in them can please.
μιᾶς μὲν δὴ ταύτης ἐλπίδος οὐ μικρᾶς ἐψευσμένος ἠνιώμην καθάπερ ἐκ τῶν χειρῶν τὸ ἤλεκτρον ἀπολωλεκώς, ὅς γε ἤδη ἀνέπλαττον ὅσα καὶ οἷα χρήσομαι αὐτῷ.
Having been deceived in this one not small hope, I was distressed as if I had lost the amber from my very hands, since I was already imagining how much of it I would use and in what ways.
§4ἐκεῖνο δὲ καὶ πάνυ ἀληθὲς ᾤμην εὑρήσειν παρʼ αὐτοῖς, κύκνους πολλοὺς ᾄδοντας ἐπὶ ταῖς ὄχθαις τοῦ ποταμοῦ.
But that other thing I certainly thought I would find true among them: many swans singing on the banks of the river.
καὶ αὖθις ἠρώτων τοὺς ναύτας — ἀνεπλέομεν γὰρ ἔτι — ἀλλʼ οἵ γε κύκνοι πηνίκα ὑμῖν τὸ λιγυρὸν ἐκεῖνο ᾄδουσιν ἐφεστῶτες τῷ ποταμῷ ἔνθεν καὶ ἔνθεν;
And again I asked the sailors—for we were still sailing up—"But when do those swans sing that clear song of yours, standing on either side of the river?
φασὶ γοῦν Ἀπόλλωνος παρέδρους αὐτοὺς ὄντας, ᾠδικοὺς ἀνθρώπους, ἐνταῦθά που ἐς τὰ ὄρνεα μεταπεσεῖν καὶ διὰ τοῦτο ᾄδειν ἔτι οὐκ ἐκλαθομένους τῆς μουσικῆς. §5οἱ δὲ σὺν γέλωτι, Σύ, ἔφησαν, ὦ ἄνθρωπε, οὐ παύσῃ τήμερον καταψευδόμενος τῆς χώρας ἡμῶν καὶ τοῦ ποταμοῦ;
They say, at least, that being companions of Apollo, musical men, they transformed into birds somewhere here, and because of this they still sing, not having forgotten their music." And they with a laugh said, "My friend, will you not stop telling lies against our land and our river today?
ἡμεῖς δὲ ἀεὶ πλέοντες καὶ ἐκ παίδων σχεδὸν ἐργαζόμενοι ἐν τῷ Ἠριδανῷ ὀλίγους μὲν κύκνους ἐνίοτε ὁρῶμεν ἐν τοῖς ἕλεσι τοῦ ποταμοῦ, καὶ κρώζουσιν οὗτοι πάνυ ἄμουσον καὶ ἀσθενές, ὡς τοὺς κόρακας ἢ τοὺς κολοιοὺς Σειρῆνας εἶναι πρὸς αὐτούς, ᾀδόντων δὲ ἡδὺ καὶ οἷον σὺ φὴς οὐδὲ ὄναρ ἀκηκόαμεν· ὥστε θαυμάζομεν πόθεν ταῦτα εἰς ὑμᾶς ἀφίκετο περὶ ἡμῶν. §6πολλὰ τοιαῦτα ἐξαπατηθῆναι ἔστι πιστεύοντας τοῖς πρὸς τὸ μεῖζον ἕκαστα ἐξηγουμένοις.
We, who are always sailing and have worked almost from childhood on the Eridanus, do sometimes see a few swans in the marshes of the river, and they croak in a very unmusical and weak way, so that crows or jackdaws seem like Sirens compared to them, but of them singing sweetly and in the way you say, we have not heard even in a dream; so we wonder from where these stories about us came to you." One can be deceived in many such ways by trusting those who explain everything by exaggerating.
ὥστε κἀγὼ νῦν δέδια ὑπὲρ ἐμαυτοῦ μὴ ὑμεῖς ἄρτι ἀφιγμένοι, καὶ τοῦτο πρῶτον ἀκροασόμενοι ἡμῶν, ἤλεκτρά τινα καὶ κύκνους ἐλπίσαντες εὑρήσειν παρʼ ἡμῖν, ἔπειτα μετʼ ὀλίγον ἀπέλθητε καταγελῶντες τῶν ὑποσχομένων ὑμῖν τοιαῦτα πολλὰ κειμήλια ἐνεῖναι τοῖς λόγοις.
Therefore, I too am now afraid for myself lest you, having just arrived and being about to listen to us for the first time, hoping to find some amber and swans in our words, should depart shortly after laughing at the one who promised you that many such treasures were contained in his speeches.
ἀλλὰ μαρτύρομαι, ὡς ἐμοῦ τοιαῦτα μεγαλαυχουμένου περὶ τῶν ἐμῶν οὔτε ὑμεῖς οὔτε ἄλλος πω ἀκήκοεν, οὐδʼ ἂν ἀκούσειέν ποτε.
But I call to witness that neither you nor anyone else has ever heard me boasting like that about my own things, nor would anyone ever hear it.
ἄλλοις μὲν γὰρ οὐκ ὀλίγοις ἐντύχοις ἂν Ἠριδανοῖς τισι καὶ οἷς οὐκ ἤλεκτρον, ἀλλὰ χρυσὸς αὐτὸς ἀποστάζει τῶν λόγων, πολὺ τῶν κύκνων τῶν ποιητικῶν λιγυρωτέροις· τὸ δὲ ἐμὸν ὁρᾶτε ἤδη ὁποῖον ἁπλοϊκὸν καὶ ἄμυθον, οὐδέ τις ᾠδὴ πρόσεστιν.
For indeed you would meet not a few other "Eridanuses" from whose speeches not amber, but gold itself drips, far more melodious than the poetic swans; but you already see my own work, how simple and mythless it is, with no song attached to it.
ὥστε ὅρα μὴ τοιοῦτό τι πάθῃς μείζω περὶ ἡμῶν ἐλπίσας, οἷόν τι πάσχουσιν οἱ τὰ ἐν τῷ ὕδατι ὁρῶντες· οἰόμενοι γὰρ τηλικαῦτα εἶναι αὐτὰ οἷα διεφαίνετο αὐτοῖς ἄνωθεν, εὐρυνομένης τῆς σκιᾶς πρὸς τὴν αὐγήν, ἐπειδὰν ἀνασπάσωσι, πολλῷ μικρότερα εὑρίσκοντες ἀνιῶνται.
So beware lest you suffer some such thing by hoping for greater things from us, like those who look at things in the water; for thinking that they are as large as they appeared to them from above, the shadow being widened against the light, when they pull them up, they are distressed to find them much smaller.
ἤδη οὖν σοι προλέγω, ἐκχέας τὸ ὕδωρ καὶ ἀποκαλύψας τἀμὰ μηδὲν μέγα προσδοκήσῃς ἀνιμήσεσθαι, ἢ σαυτὸν αἰτιάσῃ τῆς ἐλπίδος.
Already therefore I forewarn you, that having poured out the water and uncovered my things, you should expect to draw up nothing great, or else blame yourself for your hope.