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once celebrated for the Corcyrian nymphs. My father and my uncle are at war; we are driven from our realms and from our home; we are cast away to the fartheset parts of earth. and whenever it’s difficult for ships to sail, you swim. Why did you neglect it? I’ll give you an assurance of my promise without delay. How many young men, do you think, wish for what you wish for? Canace to Macareus This place is infamous enough from Helle’s loss. Whatever of life has been lengthened out for me from what time forth has been but punishment. Where is that great swimmer scorning the tides? lacks credibility as an excuse, through the lengthy delay. and the victor might have you, for his bed. But if I wished now to cross the bounds of modesty. But how much better for my bosom to be pressed to yours than headlong to be hurled from the rocks! as long as love’s shown to be the reason for it. and I blushed at the signs you didn’t sufficiently hide. Stranger to our bed I say, I say to you, leave! but he draws nothing from Ulysses’s race, that you mistrust. the double trophy through your choice (the apple and her beauty). Menelaus does not hold me here unwillingly. When I can see you clearly, your watching. and the course of my life is free of blemish. Please refer to our Privacy Policy. Ovid XII Medea Iasoni. The pains compel my groans, but fear, the nurse, and shame itself forbid. my blameworthy body would not have needed help: now I grieve that I was praised, now you destroy me. to be thought, mindful of you, protects you with her anger: She scarcely did more for Hippolytus himself. I wouldn’t take the noise of rumour’s wings so lightly. There let the North Wind shut me in, where delay is sweet: There I’ll be reluctant to swim, there I’ll be cautious. Often I seem with the burden of my neck to press your arms, often to place beneath your neck my arms. flatter, and we share one house. There was no Aeetes, to whom, scorned, she might return. I do not plead for thee to love, but to let thyself be loved. an object of indignation, who spread the nets for me. Bidden to turn the hitherto untried craft to the shores of Colchis, you set foot in the rich realms of my native land. I spoke these words to myself in a low murmur. the light, who makes the Sun’s terrified horses shy from the feast: nor is Priam’s father red, with his wife’s father’s murder: a Pelops, who stained the Myrtoan waters with his crime: Nor is Tantalus my ancestor, snatching fruit in Styx’s waters. and be the granddaughter-in-law of great Laomedon? Helle’s waters whiten with unruly waves. I could scarcely hold my laughter, which, with a struggle, I suppressed, and could say nothing except; ‘It shall be.’. I might enjoy them: if any girl tastes them, she might. In fact business required him to travel abroad. Certainly I’ve not recovered from that wound. I knew not what caused the sudden pangs in me; to travail I was unused, a soldier new to the service. Still, imagine, if you wish, a mighty war’s begun: I have warriors, and my weapons can do harm. reproving the waves almost with the words you use: or when the waves slacken their weight of savagery a little. I’ll not cry out against the unheeding waves. ‘Tis shame I had not in my misery the right to die! you have only idle words bereft of power. In fact he showed me whatever in all of Sparta. Briseis to Achilles 4. Why are our hearts that joined severed by the waves. 1. If you wound one you love, you’d be wise to love your enemy: I pray that, to save me, you might want to destroy your wish! In it, without doubt, in true vision, I saw a dolphin. When will it be mine to have you again close joined to me on the same couch, telling me your glorious deeds in the field? I envy Phrixus, carried safely over stormy seas. If I’d seen you, you’d have been first among the thousand: my husband himself will pardon my opinion. I’ve long been grateful: since the fact that you accepted my letter. accept the words I tell you, in true honour. He bears ill the loss of a single kinsman’s death, and complains that too little blood was shed. This too, if you would believe it: to you the way seemed smooth: from you returning, a hill of inert water. Only respect your firm promise, make sure. So they’ll either demand you back, without the tumult of war. Hypsipyle to Jason 7. and your comeliness, and your modest, and refined appearance. that guides me, doesn’t wander in the darkness. What heart do you think was mine then, O my brother – for you can judge from your own – when the enemy before my eyes bore away to the deep forests the fruit of my bosom to be devoured by mountain wolves? I wish you could rightly compel, what you wrongly persuade! Choose another from the single girls, one not yet claimed: if you don’t know: this object has an owner. But I am fearful as oft as the wretched war comes to my thoughts; my tears come forth like snow that melts beneath the sun. he kissed me, saying: ‘Care for the house, and business, and for the Trojan guest.’. Why did I cross the threshold? I saw even tears – or was there in the tears, too, part of your deceit? SAPPHO THE SINGER, O PHOEBUS, HATH GRATEFULLY BROUGHT THEE A ZITHER: Ovid's Heroides: A New Translation and Critical Essays: Murgatroyd, Professor of Classics Paul, Reeves, Bridget, Parker, Sarah: Amazon.nl Is this the reward that comes, by your praise of marvellous beauty. 5s. It was a favourable one. Then could Medea have ended well! our fate, the aid through which I could be made well again. [123] But when Troy rises in my thoughts, I think of the winds and sea; fair hope is overcome by anxious fear, and falls. What I do remains, and you, o my sole delight, I love. I am slight of stature, yet I have a name fills every land; the measure of my name is my real height. Even if you’re not stirred by my voice or my ardour. If I were to know that grief, I’d die, believe me: But you will not sin, and I fear it foolishly. I want to persuade you not to do as I urge. didn’t happen without the counsel and will of the gods. [1] If aught of what I write is yet blotted deep and escapes your eye, ‘twill be because the little roll has been stained by its mistress’ blood. Thou, who but now wert rich, so rich as to seem worthy even of Jove, liest naked upon the naked ground. You gave me hope: my passion trusted you in this. ciii. may the gods be my witness! look at their state: she lies sick, and he’s well. He is not one it befits to engage with bared steel in the shock of battle, to present a savage breast to the opposing foe; his might is greater for in love than on the field. They were still in the palace. 3. Thou too, Erycina, who doest frequent the Sicanian mountains – for I am thine – protect thy singer, O lady! He groans, and sighs secretly from his heart, and has. and let whatever on earth pleases you be yours! The fierce Calydonian Boar is witness, though Althaea, that mother. He’s all in gold, and driving a team of horses!” Then straight I rent my cloak and beat my breast and cried aloud, and my cheeks were at the mercy of my nails. and all your brothers, and Trojan daughters-in-law? it took its name from the drowned virgin. Charles Simmons, The Metamorphoses of Ovid, Books XIII and XIV, 13.507 Cross-references to this page (2): P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours , A Note on the Translations I whisper about you with my white-haired nurse. So many vain things move me, wrong that’s done deceives. With the rest of the Greek fleet, which was under divine displeasure because Agamemnon had killed a stag in the grove of Diana. To think that Jove’s the father-in-law of this house! your anger would be allowed, as long as you enjoyed my company. I didn’t stand there armed with shield and axe. At the sight I groaned, and in my secret heart I said: “May this, I pray, be omen that my lord return!” Of this I tell you now, lest you be too forward with your arms. Let repentance for crime come to Danaus and my cruel sisters; this is the wonted event that follows on wicked deeds. 6. An apple caught Cydippe, an apple Atalanta: But it would have been better, if the Boy held you, whom you say has all those torches, to behave. [107] What crime could the babe commit, with so few hours of life? net. and you might send me other words to read. Nor could I render myself a reason why I did these things; I did not know what it was to be in love – yet in love I was. 4. Why did I too greatly delight in those golden locks of yours, in your comely ways, and in the false graces of your tongue? or that my beauty’s not well-known to me, but because credulity’s usually harmful to girls. and much besides is concealed, by the modest tongue. but moves her head, sleep stealing upon the old woman. And at that same moment three goddesses, Venus, Athene. And distance creates more fear, for the absent. Alas! with immense borders that can scarcely be surveyed. Your Phrygians are readying your sails: while you speak to me, while you arrange the hoped-for night. and hide the letter I’ve started, against my anxious breast. her beauty doesn’t appear except among true goddesses. Nor can I fashion aught of song to suit the well-ordered string; songs are the labour of minds care-free! I turn back into the temple by its high flight of steps –, An apple was thrown at my feet with this verse on it –. You’d see a body. as when Cytherea came to me for judgement. You might have desired such a husband, even without your oath: having sworn it, even if he were not such, he must be accepted. And Actaeon is witness, once taken to be a wild creature. What you desire: to swim, Leander: is what the sailor fears: it’s usually the result for him of his ship being wrecked. EPISTLES 6 - 10. Grief stops my art, and all my genius is halted by my woes. The gods should make you the prize in some great contest. She woke terrified, and told the fearful vision of deep night. Ah me, how you delight in me, how this wish of yours gives you joy! EPISTLES 1 - 5. who, through your decision, lost their cause: I’ve no doubt, if I followed you, war would be prepared. do you act in such a way that she can never be yours? or because I’m distressed by some new rumour. Nothing’s done by artifice: only by the means to swim. O neither yet man nor still boy – meet age for charm – O ornament and great glory of thy time, O hither come; sail back again, O beauteous one, to my embrace! Naught is Anactorie to me, naught Cydro, the dazzling fair; my eyes joy not in Atthis as once they did, nor in the hundred other maids I have loved here to my reproach; unworthy one, the love that belonged to many maids you alone possess. 15. Perhaps Hippodamia of Atrax was the cause that forced. The rest is your concern, and more than a virgin should do: with you I’m not afraid of what my letter declares. I landed on your shores, bride, scion of Oebalus. but these straits are usually safer for men. The tall groves were stripped from high Gargara. that you’re accustomed to suffer whenever you try to deceive. I ask not sin of you, but marriage and a true contract: I love as one bound in marriage, not an adulterer. Mainly because I just really dislike when Latin poetry gets translated into rhyming verse. a statue of fresh marble looks like this: the silver set out on the table is the same. Do thou, nevertheless, O hoped for in vain by thy wretched sister, collect, I entreat, the scattered members of thy son, and bring them again to their mother to share her sepulchre, and let one urn, however scant, possess us both! nor any man who played the husband to become one. who are my two companions, and my counsel. or at least had not been known then, to me. She will give him his arms, and the while she gives him arms will receive his kisses – a kind of office sweet to both – and will lead her husband forth, and lay on him the command to return, and say: “See that you bring once more those arms to Jove!” He, bearing fresh in mind with him the command of his mistress, will fight with caution, and be mindful of his home. and the love we wish to conceal wouldn’t have been hidden. OVID, HEROIDES 6 - 10. 8. you obstruct his wishes, he obstructs yours. Cleis. Your face was in my mind before I saw you with my eyes: news of your fame first brought me the wound. Why did my feet touch the painted fabric of that swift vessel? and it was bright as day in the silent night. Why are you so often, lingering slowly, absent from me? loves to lie with on the ridges of Mount Ida. Believe me, I’m not of iron: but I resist loving. I’m tossed about like a boat, that the unerring North Wind. you’ll abandon complete delight in the midst of its newness: Or should I follow, as you argue, and see the Troy you praise. Perhaps as I gazed at this, I was gazed at by you, Acontius. You were the first to speak, with those faithless lips, and these were your words: “To thy hand fortune has committed the right of choosing or not my deliverance, and in thy hand are the ways of life and death for me. or is it cold and hard, and do the zephyrs bear away my idly falling words? Wretch, take you hand away! Only, learn by example to be able to do without beauty: virtue is to refrain from self-indulgent pleasures. I’ll imitate the deed of Theseus, and your twin brothers: I can touch on no more appropriate example. The wind will speed you on your course; do you but weigh anchor! Why plough the wet sands with curving blade. No doubt, in your judgement, my reproach. a breeze will come, to carry you soon to your homeland. The Sappho-Phaon story seems to have been well known by the fourth century B.C. Lo, I, because you live, am kept for the torments of punishment; but what shall be the fate of guilt, when I am charged with crime for deeds of praise, and fall, unhappy that I am, once the hundredth member of a kindred throng, of whom one brother only now remains? my mother arranged my hair as prescribed. 1. Also, persistent man, I notice what you do now, when the tables are laid, though I try to pretend –. Heinemann, 1914. What has a girl to do with the weapons of war? Now, because we are nearer, I burn with a nearer flame. Now go on telling me of the distant origin of the Phrygian race, I admire them: but he who’s your greatest glory is fifth in line. though just, might indeed be called naive. Compare also Hyginus, Fab. Still you’d be chaste while you kept to my Troy. that men of Tyre use: my love needs no visible stars. Canace to Macareus and I don’t sit grimly with a frown on my brow. and I ask that I might be your only crime. You’re wrong: he’s ignorant: if he thought that what he held. or, then too, incautious Love will send me into the sea: If you think I vow it only because the time is not yet ripe. Alas for me that I can’t implement the doctor’s orders. how great the care that it was not wasted. Your husband welcomes me as a guest: this too. of a flaming torch from her pregnant belly. or don’t you realise a king’s hands have a long reach? would be a source of troublesome fear to you. Penelope to Ulysses Others to be well suffer steel and flame. like swift horses of Elis, released from the starting gate. My nurse bent down and, marvelling, said: ‘Read this’. But, Helen, the whole crowd have become loathsome to me. I confess, if my love for you hurts you, I’ll hurt you endlessly. When I saw you, I was stunned, and, astonished. He rushes in and with cries makes known my shame to all, and scarce restrains his hand from my wretched face. just like your apple was, I recall to mind. [67] Thus I to myself; and while I utter my complaint, my tears follow forth the words that start them, and from my eyes fall down upon your body. What good is it to me that no great width of sea divides us? [21] Ah, Macareus, would that the hour that made us two as one had come after my death! Just before dawn, when the lamp was sinking. Though she held you from going, she could not stop you. But you were swept headlong hence; and the wind that invited forth your sails was one your seamen longed for, not I; it was a wind suited to seamen, not to one who loved. His works include the Heroides, a collection of poems in the form of letters from heroines to their loves.Ovid's two other myth-themed works were the Metamorphoses and the Fasti.. Ovid. Is it that you may have wanted to bathe in a shaded pool. I would I were a Sicilian maid.3 Ah, send me back my wanderer, ye Nisaean matrons and Nisaean maids, nor let the lies of his bland tongue deceive you! or thinks it sees the summit to your tower. and calls me his with a humble expression. put his arms round your neck, as I watch. Would that either thou hadst seen fault in the face of the Taenarian wife, of she had taken no pleasure in thine! Hermione to Orestes Theseus who also took you, snatched the Minoan, Ariadne: yet Minos did not call on the Cretans to take up arms. Kline, A.S., (poetry translation) "Ovid - The Heroides" Author Email: [email protected] Description of text The Heroides: Ovid's fictional letters written by eighteen mythological women to their lovers. to the straits, and weeps for her drowned child, with the water’s flow: or Ino, the stepmother, now a sea-goddess, stirs the sea. Forgo your anger: summon me! anywhere from Phrygia to the place the sun rises! In fact I’d prefer it hidden, until the time is granted, But I dissimulate badly: who in truth could have hidden a fire. Go now, wretch, compare with that your wealth of Sisyphus! But Venus agreed this, and in the deep valleys of Ida. Why recall how many times I kiss the garments. Breeze, come – bear me up; my limbs have no great weight. many more than you think, that Love spreads for you. and we beguile the long wait with feminine art. This night unless you haste, will be forever night to you!” In terror you arise; all sleep’s dullness flies away; you behold the strenuous weapon in my timorous hand. placed it after XIV because of the presence of some verses from it in that position in two MSS. Ye gods, I pray, keep from us the sinister omen, and let my lord hang up his arms to Jove-of-Safe-Return! which I allow that only you can grant me. agree with mine, I beg, that the sea indeed ends its wrath. If you intend return, and are making for your stern the votive gift, why tear my heart with delay? Among the thousand ships let yours be the thousandth craft, and the last to stir the already wearied wave! There I, Medea, was what here your new bride is; as rich as her sire is, so rich was mine. under this pretext, he holds your white arm. 3. If you think I wished to promise you marriage. and I’ll seek you continually, though you beware my seeking. We blaze with equal fire, but I’m unequal to you in strength: I suspect that a man is stronger by nature. [1] And yet1 for you, I remember, I the queen of Colchis could find time, when you besought that my art might bring you help. and the sting of both errors equally rouses me. As much as you may accuse me and be angered. is worthy and distinguished enough to be shown: But I desired to see your much-praised beauty. Your ignorance of it will forgive your past sin: the agreement you recited slipped from your mind. He who made thee mother will also make thee wife.”. Kept close in the palace am I, bound with heavy chains; and the cause of my punishment is that I was faithful. It just seems so hokey, and I feel like the need to work everything so it rhymes warps the translation a lot. And if you should compare the risk to each. My kisses too you praised, and I pleased in every way – but then above all when we wrought at the task of love. Would that he winds that bear away my words might bring your sails again; this deed were fitting for you, tardy one, had you a feeling breast. On this I look, and hold it to my heart in place of my real lord, and complain to it, as if it could speak again. he found no time more fitting, to see his Cretan kingdom –. But it’s stupid to complain about the fickleness of the breeze. iussus inexpertam Colchos advertere puppim intrasti patriae regna beata meae. Sappho to Phaon, 16. “Here, mother, come out!” 6 he cries to me. Three times I’ve left my clothes on the dry sands: three times, naked, painfully, I’ve tried to swim the roads: the swollen sea opposed my youthful undertaking. My father will bring you gifts, and my brothers, mother, sisters. 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