§13Πολύστρατος
οὐ μικρόν, ὦ ἑταῖρε, τὸ ἀγώνισμα προστάττεις· οὐ γὰρ ὅμοιον τὸ πᾶσι προφανὲς ἐπαινέσαι καὶ τὰ ἄδηλα ἐμφανίσαι τῷ λόγῳ.
Polystratus: No small contest, my friend, is this you are imposing on me; for to praise what is obvious to everyone is not the same as to make visible by language what is unseen.
καί μοι δοκῶ συνεργῶν καὶ αὐτὸς δεήσεσθαι πρὸς τὴν εἰκόνα, οὐ πλαστῶν οὐδὲ γραφέων μόνον, ἀλλὰ καὶ φιλοσόφων, ὡς πρὸς τοὺς ἐκείνων κανόνας ἀπευθῦναι τὸ ἄγαλμα καὶ δεῖξαι κατὰ τὴν ἀρχαίαν πλαστικὴν κατεσκευασμένον.
And I think that I myself shall need fellow workers for this portrait, not only sculptors and painters, but also philosophers, in order to adjust the statue according to their canons and show it fashioned after the ancient art of sculpture.
καὶ δὴ πεποιήσθω.
And indeed, let it have been made.
αὐδήεσσα μὲν τὸ πρῶτον καὶ λίγεια, καὶ τὸ
γλυκίων μέλιτος ἀπὸ τῆς γλώττης
περὶ αὐτῆς μᾶλλον ἢ περὶ τοῦ Πυλίου γέροντος ἐκείνου ὁ Ὅμηρος εἴρηκεν.
First of all, she is articulate and clear-voiced, and that saying, 'sweeter than honey flowed from her tongue,' Homer said of her rather than of that Pylian old man.
πᾶς δὲ ὁ τόνος τοῦ φθέγματος οἷος ἁπαλώτατος, οὔτε βαρὺς ὡς εἰς τὸ ἀνδρεῖον ἡρμόσθαι οὔτε πάνυ λεπτὸς ὡς θηλύτατός τε εἶναι καὶ κομιδῇ ἔκλυτος, ἀλλʼ οἷος γένοιτʼ ἂν παιδὶ μήπω ἡβάσκοντι, ἡδὺς καὶ προσηνὴς καὶ πράως παραδυόμενος εἰς τὴν ἀκοήν, ὡς καὶ παυσαμένης ἔναυλον εἶναι τὴν βοὴν καί τι λείψανον ἐνδιατρίβειν καὶ περιβομβεῖν τὰ ὦτα, καθάπερ ἠχώ τινα παρατείνουσαν τὴν ἀκρόασιν καὶ ἴχνη τῶν λόγων μελιχρὰ ἄττα καὶ πειθοῦς μεστὰ ἐπὶ τῆς ψυχῆς ἀπολιμπάνουσαν.
And the whole tone of her voice is as gentle as can be, neither deep so as to be suited to the masculine, nor very thin so as to be extremely feminine and completely relaxed, but such as might belong to a boy not yet reached puberty, sweet, agreeable, and gently stealing into the ear, so that even when she has ceased, her voice remains ringing and a certain remnant dwells and buzzes around the ears, like an echo prolonging the hearing and leaving some sweet and persuasive traces of her words upon the soul.
ὁπόταν δὲ καὶ τὸ καλὸν ἐκεῖνο ᾄδῃ, καὶ μάλιστα πρὸς τὴν κιθάραν, τότε δὴ τότε ὥρα μὲν σιωπᾶν τάχιστα ἀλκυόσι καὶ τέττιξι καὶ τοῖς κύκνοις· ἄμουσα γὰρ ὡς πρὸς ἐκείνην ἅπαντα· κἂν τὴν Πανδίονος εἴπῃς, ἰδιῶτις κἀκείνη καὶ ἄτεχνος, εἰ καὶ πολυηχέα τὴν φωνὴν ἀφίησιν.
And whenever she sings that beautiful song, and especially to the lyre, then indeed, then it is high time for halcyons and cicadas and swans to keep silence at once; for all things are unmusical compared to her; and even if you speak of Pandion's daughter, she too is an amateur and unskilled, even though she sends forth a voice of many notes.
§14Πολύστρατος
Ὀρφεὺς δὲ καὶ Ἀμφίων, οἵπερ ἐπαγωγότατοι ἐγένοντο τῶν ἀκροατῶν, ὡς καὶ τὰ ἄψυχα ἐπικαλέσασθαι πρὸς τὸ μέλος, αὐτοὶ ἄν, οἶμαι, εἴ γε ἤκουσαν, καταλιπόντες ἂν τὰς κιθάρας παρεστήκεσαν σιωπῇ ἀκροώμενοι.
Polystratus: As for Orpheus and Amphion, who were the most attractive of listeners, so as even to summon inanimate things to their song, they themselves, I think, if they had heard her, would have left their lyres and stood by, listening in silence.
τὸ γὰρ τῆς τε ἁρμονίας τὸ ἀκριβέστατον διαφυλάττειν, ὡς μὴ παραβαίνειν τι τοῦ ῥυθμοῦ, ἀλλʼ εὐκαίρῳ τῇ ἄρσει καὶ θέσει διαμεμετρῆσθαι τὸ ᾆσμα καὶ συνῳδὸν εἶναι τὴν κιθάραν καὶ ὁμοχρονεῖν τῇ γλώττῃ τὸ πλῆκτρον, καὶ τὸ εὐαφὲς τῶν δακτύλων καὶ τὸ εὐκαμπὲς τῶν μελῶν, πόθεν ἂν ταῦτα ὑπῆρχε τῷ Θρᾳκὶ ἐκείνῳ καὶ τῷ ἀνὰ τὸν Κιθαιρῶνα μεταξὺ βουκολοῦντι καὶ κιθαρίζειν μελετῶντι;
For to preserve the most exact precision of harmony, so as not to transgress any part of the rhythm, but to have the song measured by timely rise and fall (arsis and thesis), and to have the lyre in accord and the plectrum in time with the tongue, and the light touch of the fingers and the flexibility of the melodies—how could these things have belonged to that Thracian, or to the one who tended cattle in Cithaeron and practiced playing the lyre?
ὥστε ἤν ποτε, ὦ Λυκῖνε, καὶ ᾀδούσης ἀκούῃς αὐτῆς, οὐκέτι τὸ τῶν Γοργόνων ἐκεῖνο ἔσῃ μόνον πεπονθώς, λίθος ἐξ ἀνθρώπου γενόμενος, ἀλλὰ καὶ τὸ τῶν Σειρήνων εἴσῃ ὁποῖόν τι ἦν· παρεστήξῃ γὰρ εὖ οἶδα κεκηλημένος, πατρίδος καὶ οἰκείων ἐπιλαθόμενος.
So that if ever, Lycinus, you hear her singing, you will no longer have suffered only that Gorgon-like experience of turning from a human into stone, but you will also know what kind of thing that of the Sirens was; for you will stand by, I know well, enchanted, forgetting country and kindred.
καὶ ἢν κηρῷ ἐπιφράξῃ τὰ ὦτα, καὶ διὰ τοῦ κηροῦ διαδύσεταί σοι τὸ μέλος.
And even if you stop your ears with wax, the melody will slip through the wax into you.
τοιοῦτόν τι ἄκουσμά ἐστι, Τερψιχόρης τινὸς ἢ Μελπομένης ἢ Καλλιόπης αὐτῆς παίδευμα, μυρία τὰ θέλγητρα καὶ παντοῖα ἐν ἑαυτῷ ἔχον.
Such a hearing is it, the pupilage of some Terpsichore, or Melpomene, or Calliope herself, having ten thousand charms of every kind in itself.
ἑνί τε λόγῳ συνελὼν φαίην ἄν, τοιαύτης μοι τῆς ᾠδῆς ἀκούειν νόμιζε, οἵαν εἰκὸς εἶναι τὴν διὰ τοιούτων χειλῶν, διʼ ἐκείνων δὲ τῶν ὀδόντων ἐξιοῦσαν.
And to sum up in a single word, think of yourself as hearing a song of such a kind as is likely to issue through such lips and through those teeth.
ἑώρακας δὲ καὶ αὐτὸς ἥν φημι, ὥστε ἀκηκοέναι νόμιζε.
And you yourself have seen her of whom I speak, so consider that you have heard her.
§15Πολύστρατος
τὸ μὲν γὰρ ἀκριβὲς τοῦτο τῆς φωνῆς καὶ καθαρῶς Ἰωνικὸν καὶ ὅτι ὁμιλῆσαι στωμύλη καὶ πολὺ τῶν Ἀττικῶν χαρίτων ἔχουσα οὐδὲ θαυμάζειν ἄξιον· πάτριον γὰρ αὐτῇ καὶ προγονικόν, οὐδὲ ἄλλως ἐχρῆν μετέχουσαν τῶν Ἀθηναίων κατὰ τὴν ἀποικίαν.
Polystratus: For this precision of her voice, and its purely Ionic quality, and the fact that she is witty in conversation and possesses much of Attic grace, is not even worthy of wonder; for it is ancestral and traditional to her, nor could it be otherwise for one sharing in the blood of the Athenians through the colonization.
οὐδὲ γὰρ οὐδὲ ἐκεῖνο θαυμάσαιμʼ ἄν, εἰ καὶ ποιήσει χαίρει καὶ τὰ πολλὰ ταύτῃ ὁμιλεῖ, τοῦ Ὁμήρου πολῖτις οὖσα.
Nor indeed would I wonder at this either, if she delights in poetry and converses much with it, being a fellow citizen of Homer.
μία μὲν δή σοι, ὦ Λυκῖνε, καλλιφωνίας αὕτη καὶ ᾠδῆς εἰκών, ὡς ἄν τις ἐπὶ τὸ ἔλαττον εἰκάσειεν.
This, Lycinus, is one portrait of her beautiful voice and song, as one might depict it on a smaller scale.
σκόπει δὲ δὴ καὶ τὰς ἄλλας· οὐ γὰρ μίαν ὥσπερ σὺ ἐκ πολλῶν συνθεὶς ἐπιδεῖξαι διέγνωκα — ἧττον γὰρ τοῦτο καὶ γραφικόν, συντελεσθὲν κάλλη τοσαῦτα καὶ πολυειδές τι ἐκ πολλῶν ἀποτελεῖν αὐτὸ αὑτῷ ἀνθαμιλλώμενον — ἀλλʼ αἱ πᾶσαι τῆς ψυχῆς ἀρεταὶ καθʼ ἑκάστην εἰκὼν μία γεγράψεται πρὸς τὸ ἀρχέτυπον μεμιμημένη.
But look also at the others; for I have not resolved, as you did, to show one composed of many—for this is less artistic, to finish so many beauties and make a diverse thing out of many, competing with itself—but all the virtues of her soul shall be written as one portrait for each, modeled after the archetype.
Λυκῖνος
ἑορτήν, ὦ Πολύστρατε, καὶ πανδαισίαν ἐπαγγέλλεις.
Lycinus: A festival, Polystratus, and a great banquet you promise.
ἔοικας γοῦν λώϊον ὡς ἀληθῶς ἀποδώσειν μοι τὸ μέτρον.
You seem indeed to be about to return the measure to me truly better.
ἐπιμέτρει δʼ οὖν· ὡς οὐκ ἔστιν ὅ τι ἂν ἄλλο ποιήσας μᾶλλον χαρίσαιό μοι.
Measure out further, then; for there is nothing else you could do that would please me more.