ἰάχων καναχὰν ἐπάνεισιν, ἀλλὰ θείας
Trachiniae. Sophocles. ed. Lewis Campbell. Oxford. 1879.
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Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 633-662 focus
Χορός
ὦ ναύλοχα καὶ πετραῖα
θερμὰ λουτρὰ καὶ πάγους
Οἴτας παραναιετάοντες, οἵ τε μέσσαν Μηλίδα πὰρ λίμναν
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χρυσαλακάτου τʼ ἀκτὰν κόρας,
ἔνθʼ Ἑλλάνων ἀγοραὶ
Πυλάτιδες κλέονται·
ὦ ναύλοχα καὶ πετραῖα
θερμὰ λουτρὰ καὶ πάγους
Οἴτας παραναιετάοντες, οἵ τε μέσσαν Μηλίδα πὰρ λίμναν
635
χρυσαλακάτου τʼ ἀκτὰν κόρας,
ἔνθʼ Ἑλλάνων ἀγοραὶ
Πυλάτιδες κλέονται·
Χορός
ὁ καλλιβόας τάχʼ ὑμῖν
640
αὐλὸς οὐκ ἀναρσίαν
ἀχῶν καναχὰν ἐπάνεισιν, ἀλλὰ θείας ἀντίλυρον μούσας.
ὁ γὰρ Διὸς Ἀλκμήνας κόρος
σοῦται πάσας ἀρετᾶς
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λάφυρʼ ἔχων ἐπʼ οἴκους·
ὁ καλλιβόας τάχʼ ὑμῖν
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αὐλὸς οὐκ ἀναρσίαν
ἀχῶν καναχὰν ἐπάνεισιν, ἀλλὰ θείας ἀντίλυρον μούσας.
ὁ γὰρ Διὸς Ἀλκμήνας κόρος
σοῦται πάσας ἀρετᾶς
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λάφυρʼ ἔχων ἐπʼ οἴκους·
Χορός
ὃν ἀπόπτολιν εἴχομεν παντᾷ,
δυοκαιδεκάμηνον ἀμμένουσαι
χρόνον, πελάγιον, ἴδριες οὐδέν·
ἁ δέ οἱ φίλα δάμαρ
650
τάλαιναν δυστάλαινα καρδίαν
πάγκλαυτος αἰὲν ὤλλυτο·
νῦν δʼ Ἄρης οἰστρηθεὶς
ἐξέλυσʼ ἐπίπονον ἁμέραν.
ὃν ἀπόπτολιν εἴχομεν παντᾷ,
δυοκαιδεκάμηνον ἀμμένουσαι
χρόνον, πελάγιον, ἴδριες οὐδέν·
ἁ δέ οἱ φίλα δάμαρ
650
τάλαιναν δυστάλαινα καρδίαν
πάγκλαυτος αἰὲν ὤλλυτο·
νῦν δʼ Ἄρης οἰστρηθεὶς
ἐξέλυσʼ ἐπίπονον ἁμέραν.
Χορός
ἀφίκοιτʼ ἀφίκοιτο· μὴ σταίη
655
πολύκωπον ὄχημα ναὸς αὐτῷ,
πρὶν τάνδε πρὸς πόλιν ἀνύσειε,
νασιῶτιν ἑστίαν
ἀμείψας, ἔνθα κλῄζεται θυτήρ·
ὅθεν μόλοι πανίμερος,
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τᾶς πειθοῦς παγχρίστῳ
συγκραθεὶς ἐπὶ προφάσει φάρους.
ἀφίκοιτʼ ἀφίκοιτο· μὴ σταίη
655
πολύκωπον ὄχημα ναὸς αὐτῷ,
πρὶν τάνδε πρὸς πόλιν ἀνύσειε,
νασιῶτιν ἑστίαν
ἀμείψας, ἔνθα κλῄζεται θυτήρ·
ὅθεν μόλοι πανίμερος,
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τᾶς πειθοῦς παγχρίστῳ
συγκραθεὶς ἐπὶ προφάσει φάρους.
Translations (2)
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 640 focus
Süßhallende Flöten kehren
1
Bald zurück an euren Strand,
630
Kein feindliches Jauchzen erhebend, nein, der Lyra
Göttlichen Feierklang.
Denn Zeus' und Alkmene's erhab'ner Sohu
Eilt her, mit jeglichem Preis
Des Muths gekrönt, zur Heimat:
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Zweite Strophe.
Süßhallende Flöten kehren
1
Bald zurück an euren Strand,
630
Kein feindliches Jauchzen erhebend, nein, der Lyra
Göttlichen Feierklang.
Denn Zeus' und Alkmene's erhab'ner Sohu
Eilt her, mit jeglichem Preis
Des Muths gekrönt, zur Heimat:
635
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 633-660 focus
Chorus
O you who dwell by the warm springs near ships’ haven and rocky cliff, and you who live by
the crags of Oeta! And you dwellers by the land-locked waters of the Malian gulf, and the headland sacred to the virgin-goddess of the golden shuttle, where are the famed councils of the Greeks at the gates!
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O you who dwell by the warm springs near ships’ haven and rocky cliff, and you who live by
the crags of Oeta! And you dwellers by the land-locked waters of the Malian gulf, and the headland sacred to the virgin-goddess of the golden shuttle, where are the famed councils of the Greeks at the gates!
635
Chorus
Soon the glorious voice of the flute will go up for you again, sounding no bothersome, strident notes, but divine music worthy of the lyre! For the son whom Alcmena bore to Zeus
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is hurrying homeward, with spoils won by supreme valor.
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Soon the glorious voice of the flute will go up for you again, sounding no bothersome, strident notes, but divine music worthy of the lyre! For the son whom Alcmena bore to Zeus
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is hurrying homeward, with spoils won by supreme valor.
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Chorus
We thought him lost utterly to our land, a wanderer over sea, while we waited through twelve long months and knew nothing.
She, his loving wife, miserable, was ever pining in her miserable heart, always weeping. But now Ares, stung to rage, has freed her days from their toil.
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We thought him lost utterly to our land, a wanderer over sea, while we waited through twelve long months and knew nothing.
She, his loving wife, miserable, was ever pining in her miserable heart, always weeping. But now Ares, stung to rage, has freed her days from their toil.
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Chorus
May he come, may he come! Let him not halt the many-oared ship that carries him before he has reached this town, leaving the island altar where he is reported to be sacrificing!
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May he come from there full of desire, steeped in love on the pretext of the robe by Persuasion’s all-powerful ointment!
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May he come, may he come! Let him not halt the many-oared ship that carries him before he has reached this town, leaving the island altar where he is reported to be sacrificing!
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May he come from there full of desire, steeped in love on the pretext of the robe by Persuasion’s all-powerful ointment!
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Commentary
Commentary (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) (Commentary (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) focus
642-643. mvp-comment-480-1 θείας | ἀντίλυρον μούσας] Sweet as the lyre of Heavenly Muse.' The flute was commonly associated, not with Apollo and the Muses, but with ruder powers. But the joy which it now proclaimed would make it as musical as the lyre.