§745Tantalus securus undas hauriat Pirenidas.
Let Tantalus drink Pirene's waters without care.
§748vos quoque, urnis quas foratis inritus ludit labor, §749Danaides, coite: vestras hic. dies quaerit manus.
You too, Danaids, whom useless labor mocks with leaking urns, assemble: this day demands your hands.
§746gravior uni poena sedeat coniugis socero mei: §747lubricus per saxa retro Sisyphum volvat lapis,
Let a heavier punishment rest on one alone, the father-in-law of my husband: let the slippery stone roll Sisyphus backward down the rocks.
Now, summoned by my sacred rites, star of the nights, come, clad in your worst aspect, threatening with more than one brow.
§752Tibi move gentis vinculo solvens comam §753secreta nudo nemora lustravi pede §754et evocavi nubibus siccis aquas §755egique ad imum maria, et Oceanus graves §756interius undas aestibus victis dedit; §757pariterque mundus lege confusa aetheris §758et solem et astra vidit et vetitum mare §759tetigistis, ursae.
For you, loosening my hair from its band after the fashion of my nation, I have traversed secret groves with bare foot, and summoned waters from dry clouds, and driven the seas to their depths; and Ocean, with his tides conquered, has yielded his heavy waves deep within; and likewise the universe, with the law of heaven confounded, has seen both sun and stars together, and you, O Bears, have touched the forbidden sea.
temporum flexi vices: §760aestiva tellus floruit cantu meo, §761coacta messem vidit hibernam Ceres; §762violenta Phasis vertit in fontem vada §763et Hister, in tot ora divisus, truces §764compressit undas omnibus ripis piger.
I have turned the changes of the seasons: the summer land has flowered by my song, Ceres was forced to see a winter harvest; violent Phasis has turned its waters back to their source, and Hister, divided into so many mouths, has checked its fierce waves, sluggish on every bank.
§765Sonuere fluctus, tumuit insanum mare §766tacente vento; nemoris antiqui domus §767emisit umbras vocis imperio meae.
The waves roared, the mad sea swelled though the wind was silent; the home of the ancient grove has sent forth its shadows at the command of my voice.
§768die relicto Phoebus in medio stetit §769Hyadesque nostris cantibus motae labant: §770adesse sacris tempus est, Phoebe, tuis.
Leaving the day, Phoebus stood in mid-heaven, and the Hyades, shaken by our songs, totter: it is time, Phoebe, to be present at your rites.
§771tibi haec cruenta serta texuntur manu, §772no vena quae serpens ligat, §773tibi haec Typhoeus membra quae discors §774qui regna concussit Iovis, §775vectoris istic perfidi sanguis inest, §776quem Nessus expirans dedit.
For you these wreaths are woven by a bloody hand, which a nine-fold serpent binds, for you these limbs which discordant Typhoeus, who shook the realms of Jove, left; herein is the blood of the treacherous ferryman, which Nessus gave as he expired.
§777Oetaeus isto cinere defecit rogus, §778qui virus Herculeum bibit, §779piae sororis, impiae matris, facem §780ultricis Althaeae vides, §781reliquit istas invio plumas specu §782Harpyia, dum Zeten fugit, §783his adice pinnas sauciae Stymphalidos §784Lernaea passae spicula, §785sonuistis, arae, tripodas agnosco meos §786favente commotos dea.
The pyre of Mount Oeta sank down into this ash, which drank the Herculean poison, you see the brand of the pious sister, the impious mother, the avenging Althaea, the Harpy left these feathers in her pathless cave when she fled from Zetes, to these add the feathers of the wounded Stymphalian bird, which suffered Lernaean arrows, you have sounded, O altars; I recognize my tripods, shaken by the favoring goddess.
§787Video Triviae currus agiles, §788non quos pleno lucida vultu §789pernox agitat, §790sed quos facie Iurida maesta, §791cum Thessalicis vexata minis §792caelum freno propiore legit.
I see the swift chariot of Trivia, not that which, bright with full face, she drives all night long, but that which she drives with a pale, gloomy countenance, when, harassed by Thessalian spells, she skims heaven with a tighter rein.
§793sic face tristem pallida lucem §793bfunde per auras, §794horrore novo terre populos §795inque auxilium, Dictynna, tuum §796pretiosa sonent aera Corinthi.
Thus send your grim light with pale torch through the breezes, terrify the peoples with a new dread, and to your aid, O Dictynna, let the precious bronzes of Corinth resound.
§797tibi sanguineo caespite sacrum §798sollemne damus, §799tibi de medio rapta sepulchro §800fax nocturnos sustulit ignes, §800btibi mota caput §801fiexa voces cervice dedi, §802tibi funereo de more iacens §803passos cingit vitta capillos, §804tibi iactatur §805tristis Stygia ramus ab unda, §806tibi nudato pectore maenas §807sacro feriam bracchia cultro.
To you on a bloody turf a solemn rite we perform, for you, snatched from the midst of a tomb, a torch has raised its nightly fires, for you, shaking my head with bent neck, I have uttered words, for you, lying down in funerary fashion, a fillet binds my disheveled hair, for you is waved the gloomy branch from the Stygian wave, for you, a maenad with bared breast, I shall strike my arms with the sacred knife.
§808manet noster sanguis ad aras: §809assuesce, manus, stringere ferrum §810carosque pati posse cruores.
My blood remains upon the altars: accustom yourself, hand, to draw the blade and to be able to endure shed blood that is dear.
§811sacrum laticem percussa dedi.
Having struck myself, I have given the sacred fluid.
§812quodsi nimium saepe vocari §813querens votis, ignosce precor: §814causa vocandi, Persei, tuos §815saepius arcus una atque eadem est §816semper Iason.
But if you complain that you are summoned too often by my prayers, forgive, I pray: the cause of calling your bows, daughter of Perses, so often, is always one and the same: always Jason.
§817tu nunc vestes tinge Creusae, §818quas cum primum sumpserit, imas §819urat serpens flamma medullas.
Do you now dye the robes of Creusa, which as soon as she puts them on, a creeping flame shall burn her innermost marrow.
§820ignis fulvo elusus in auro §821latet obscurus, quem mihi caeli §822qui furta luit viscere feto §823dedit et docuit condere vires §824arte, Prometheus, dedit et tenui §825sulphure tectos Mulciber ignes, §826et vivacis fulgura flammae §827de cognato Phaethonte tuli.
The fire, hidden elusively in the yellow gold, lies dark, which Prometheus, who pays for his theft of heaven with his ever-growing liver, gave me, and taught me to hide its strength by art; Mulciber also gave me fires covered with thin sulfur, and the lightning-bolts of living flame I took from my kinsman Phaethon.
§828habeo en dirae dona Chimaerae, §829habeo flammas §830usto tauri gutture raptas, §831quas permixto felle Medusae §832tacitum iussi servare malum, §833adde venenis stimulos, Hecate, §834donisque meis §835semina flammae condita serva.
Lo, I have gifts of the dread Chimaera, I have flames snatched from the burnt throat of the bull, which, mixed with the gall of Medusa, I have bidden to preserve their silent harm, Add stings to these poisons, Hecate, and in my gifts preserve the hidden seeds of fire.
§836fallant visus tactusque ferant, §837meet in pectus venasque calor, §838stillent artus ossaque tument §838bvincatque suas §839flagrante coma nova nupta faces.
Let them deceive the eyes, and endure the touch, let the heat penetrate into her breast and veins, let her limbs melt and her bones swell, and let the new bride surpass her own torches with her blazing hair.
My prayers are heard: thrice bold Hecate has given her bark, and has produced the sacred fires with her light-bearing torch.
All my power is fulfilled: call my sons hither, through whom I may carry the precious gifts to the bride.
§845ite, ite, nati, matris infaustae genus, §846placate vobis munere et multa prece §847dominam ac novercam. .
Go, go, my sons, offspring of an ill-fated mother, win over your mistress and stepmother with gifts and many prayers.
vadite et celeres domum §848referte gressus, ultimo amplexu ut fruar,
Go, and return home quickly, that I may enjoy your last embrace.