Euripides Ion 881

ed. Gilbert Murray

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ὦ τᾶς ἑπταφθόγγου μέλπων
κιθάρας ἐνοπάν, ἅτʼ ἀγραύλοις
κέρασιν ἐν ἀψύχοις ἀχεῖ
μουσᾶν ὕμνους εὐαχήτους,
σοὶ μομφάν, ὦ Λατοῦς παῖ,
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πρὸς τάνδʼ αὐγὰν αὐδάσω.
ἦλθές μοι χρυσῷ χαίταν
μαρμαίρων, εὖτʼ ἐς κόλπους
κρόκεα πέταλα φάρεσιν ἔδρεπον,
ἀνθίζειν χρυσανταυγῆ·
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λευκοῖς δʼ ἐμφὺς καρποῖσιν
χειρῶν εἰς ἄντρου κοίτας
κραυγὰν Ὦ μᾶτέρ μʼ αὐδῶσαν
θεὸς ὁμευνέτας
ἆγες ἀναιδείᾳ
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Κύπριδι χάριν πράσσων.
τίκτω δʼ ἁ δύστανός σοι
κοῦρον, τὸν φρίκᾳ ματρὸς
εἰς εὐνὰν βάλλω τὰν σάν,
ἵνα με λέχεσι μελέαν μελέοις
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ἐζεύξω τὰν δύστανον.
οἴμοι μοι· καὶ νῦν ἔρρει
πτανοῖς ἁρπασθεὶς θοίνα
παῖς μοι καὶ σός, τλάμων·
σὺ δὲ κιθάρᾳ κλάζεις
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παιᾶνας μέλπων.

Ion. Euripides. ed. Gilbert Murray. Oxford. 1913.

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Ἴων (Greek) (Euripides. Euripidis Fabulae, Vol. II. Murray, Gilbert, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1913. (Reprinted 1921-1962))

Editions (3)
Ion, Greek text (M. A. Bayfield, 1924) (OCR draft) Experimental (The Greek text and dramatic structure of M. A. Bayfield's second edition of 1924 (first edition 1889), aligned by line to the Murray reference edition.)

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Ion, Greek text (A. W. Verrall, 1890) (OCR draft) Experimental (The Greek text and dramatic structure of A. W. Verrall's 1890 edition, aligned by line to the Murray reference edition.)

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Ion, Greek text (Ulrich von Wilamowitz-Moellendorff, 1926) (OCR draft) Experimental (Wilamowitz's 1926 Greek edition with its critical apparatus, aligned by line to the Murray reference edition.)

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Translations (4)
Ion Perseus (Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Vol. I. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1906.) — 881 focus
O! thou who dost awake that tuneful lyre with seven strings till to its sweet note of music the lifeless pegs of wild ox-hom resound again,
thou child of Latona, to yon 293 bright orb of thine will I publish thy reproach. Yes, I saw thee come, the glint of gold upon thy locks, as I was gathering in my folded robe the saffron blooms
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that blazed like flowers of gold; and by my lily wrist didst thou catch me and ledst me to the cavern’s bed, what time I cried aloud upon my mother’s name,—thou a god
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to mate with me in shameless wise to pleasure lady Cypris! Then to my sorrow I bore thee a son, whom, though anguish thrilled my mother’s breast, I cast upon that bed of thine,
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where thou didst join in woful wedlock this unhappy maid. Ah! woe is me! that poor babe I bare thee is now no more; winged fowls have tom and devoured him,
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but thou art gaily carolling unto thy lyre some song of joy.
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Ion (OCR draft) Experimental (Ion. Robert Potter's English verse translation, first published in 1781–1783; text from the 1808 Oxford printing.)

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Ion, English translation (A. W. Verrall, 1890) (OCR draft) Experimental (A. W. Verrall's English verse translation, passage-aligned to the Murray reference edition.)

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German (J. J. C. Donner, 1852; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (Euripides. Deutsch in den Versmaßen der Urschrift. Volume 3, Heidelberg: C. F. Winter, 1852. Harvard OCR compared with an independent BSB copy. Native Donner verse citations, Murray reference cards, explicitly located notes and page facsimiles. Unresolved OCR, verse divisions, unlocated notes and printed errata are documented in the source review.) — 881 focus
Du, der die melodischen Stimmen mit Macht 1
Aus siebentoniger Laute lockt,
Die des Feldes unbeseeltem Horn 2
Süßhallende Musengesång' einhaucht,
Dich klagen wir an, Sohn Leto's,
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Bei dem Licht, das heute heraufstieg!
Du kamst mir, vom Golde der Locken
Strahlend das Haupt, als in den Busen
Des Gewandes ich Safranblumen mir einst,
Goldglänzende, brach, mich zu schmucken.
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Und die Lilienhand mir umfassend, zogst
Du mich zu dem Lager des Felsengemachs;
Laut rief ich: o Mutter, o Mutter!
Ja, ein verlockender Gott,
Bogst du mich ohne Scheu
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Hin, wo dir Kypris winkte.
Ich Arme gebar dir den Knaben,
Den, bang vor der zürnenden Mutter,
Ich warf in dein bergendes Lager,
Wo du Schåndlicher mich unseliges Weib
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Mit schändlichen Banden umstricktest.
Und nun, ach! ist er geschwunden,
Von den Vågeln entrafft zur Speise, -
Mein Sohn und der deine dahin!
Doch du singst deine Påane
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Zu dem Klange der Cither!