And now the new journey delights him, and with fear laid aside, Icarus flies more strongly with daring art.
Someone, while catching fish with a trembling reed, saw them, and his right hand left the work he had begun.
§2.79Iam Samos a laeva (fuerant Naxosque relictae §2.80Et Paros et Clario Delos amata deo) §2.81Dextra Lebinthos erat silvisque umbrosa Calymne §2.82Cinctaque piscosis Astypalaea vadis, §2.83Cum puer, incautis nimium temerarius annis, §2.84Altius egit iter, deseruitque patrem.
Already Samos was on the left (and both Naxos and Paros and Delos loved by the Clarian god had been left behind), on the right was Lebinthos and Calymne shaded with woods, and Astypalaea surrounded by fish-filled shallows, when the boy, too rash in his heedless years, directed his course higher, and deserted his father.
The bonds give way, and the wax melts as the god comes closer, nor do his moved arms hold the thin winds.
Terrified, he looked down into the seas from the highest heaven: darkness came over his eyes from trembling fear.
The waxes had melted: he shakes his bare arms, and trembles, and has nothing by which he may be sustained.
§2.91Decidit, atque cadens 'pater, o pater, auferor!' inquit, §2.92Clauserunt virides ora loquentis aquae.
He falls, and falling says: "Father, oh father, I am carried away!" The green waters closed the mouth of him speaking.
§2.93At pater infelix, nec iam pater, 'Icare!' clamat, §2.94'Icare,' clamat 'ubi es, quoque sub axe volas?' §2.95'Icare' clamabat, pinnas aspexit in undis.
But the unhappy father, no longer a father, cries: "Icarus!" "Icarus," he cries, "where are you, and under what sky do you fly?" "Icarus," he kept crying; he saw feathers in the waves.
§2.96Ossa tegit tellus: aequora nomen habent.
The earth covers his bones: the seas hold his name.
Minos could not restrain the wings of a man; I myself prepare to detain a winged god.
He is deceived, whoever has recourse to Haemonian arts, and gives what he has torn from the forehead of a tender horse.
Medea's herbs will not make love live, nor the Marsian incantation mixed with magic sounds.
The Phasian maiden would have held the son of Aeson, Circe would have held Ulysses, if only love could be preserved by song.
§2.105Nec data profuerint pallentia philtra puellis: §2.106Philtra nocent animis, vimque furoris habent.
Nor will pale philtres given to girls profit: philtres harm minds, and have the power of madness.
§2.107Sit procul omne nefas; ut ameris, amabilis esto: §2.108Quod tibi non facies solave forma dabit: §2.109Sis licet antiquo Nireus adamatus Homero, §2.110Naïadumque tener crimine raptus Hylas, §2.111Ut dominam teneas, nec te mirere relictum, §2.112Ingenii dotes corporis adde bonis.
Let all wickedness be far away; that you may be loved, be lovable: which a face or beauty alone will not give to you: Though you be Nireus, loved by ancient Homer, or tender Hylas, carried off by the crime of the Naiads, that you may hold your mistress, and not wonder that you are left, add the gifts of the mind to the goods of the body.
§2.113Forma bonum fragile est, quantumque accedit ad annos §2.114Fit minor, et spatio carpitur ipsa suo.
Beauty is a fragile good, and as much as it approaches years it becomes less, and is consumed by its own space.
Neither violets nor gaping lilies bloom forever, and the stiff thorn is left behind when the rose is lost.
And to you already gray hairs will come, O beautiful one, already wrinkles will come, which plow your body.
Now build up a mind which will endure, and add it to beauty: that alone remains to the final funeral pyres.
Let it not be a light care to have cultivated the heart through liberal arts, and to have thoroughly learned two languages.
Ulysses was not beautiful, but he was eloquent, and yet he tormented sea goddesses with love.
Ah, how often Calypso grieved that he hastened, and denied that the waters were fit for rowing!
She kept asking for the falls of Troy again and again: he used often to relate the same thing in a different way.
They had stood on the shore: there also beautiful Calypso demands the bloody fates of the Odrysian leader.
He, with a light wand (for by chance he was holding a wand), paints on the dense shore the work she asks about.
§2.133'Haec' inquit 'Troia est' (muros in litore fecit): §2.134'Hic tibi sit Simois; haec mea castra puta.
"This," he said, "is Troy" (he made walls on the shore): "Let this be Simois for you; consider these my camps.
§2.135Campus erat' (campumque facit), 'quem caede Dolonis §2.136Sparsimus, Haemonios dum vigil optat equos.
There was a plain" (and he makes a plain), "which with the slaughter of Dolon we sprinkled, while the watchful one desires the Haemonian horses.
§2.137Illic Sithonii fuerant tentoria Rhesi: §2.138Hac ego sum captis nocte revectus equis. ' §2.139Pluraque pingebat, subitus cum Pergama fluctus §2.140Abstulit et Rhesi cum duce castra suo.
There had been the tents of Sithonian Rhesus: on this night I rode back with the captured horses." And he was painting more, when a sudden wave took away Troy and the camp of Rhesus with its own leader.
§2.141Tum dea 'quas' inquit 'fidas tibi credis ituro, §2.142Perdiderint undae nomina quanta, vides?' §2.143Ergo age, fallaci timide confide figurae, §2.144Quisquis es, aut aliquid corpore pluris habe.
Then the goddess said: "Do you see what great names the waves, which you believe are faithful to you as you go, have destroyed?" Therefore, come, trust timidly in a deceptive figure, whoever you are, or have something of more value than the body.
Especially favorable indulgence captures minds; harshness moves hatred and savage wars.
We hate the hawk, because he always lives in arms, and the wolves accustomed to go against the fearful flock.
§2.149At caret insidiis hominum, quia mitis, hirundo,
But the swallow, because she is gentle, is free from the snares of men,