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Ζηνὸς
Διός ἄλκιμον γόνον
Trachiniae. Sophocles. ed. Lewis Campbell. Oxford. 1879.
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Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 947-971 focus
Χορός
πότερα πρότερον ἐπιστένω,
πότερα μέλεα περαιτέρω,
δύσκριτʼ ἔμοιγε δυστάνῳ.
950
πότερα πρότερον ἐπιστένω,
πότερα μέλεα περαιτέρω,
δύσκριτʼ ἔμοιγε δυστάνῳ.
Χορός
τάδε μὲν ἔχομεν ὁρᾶν δόμοις,
950
τάδε δὲ μένομεν ἐπʼ ἐλπίσιν·
κοινὰ δʼ ἔχειν τε καὶ μέλλειν.
τάδε μὲν ἔχομεν ὁρᾶν δόμοις,
950
τάδε δὲ μένομεν ἐπʼ ἐλπίσιν·
κοινὰ δʼ ἔχειν τε καὶ μέλλειν.
Χορός
εἴθʼ ἀνεμόεσσά τις
γένοιτʼ ἔπουρος ἑστιῶτις αὔρα,
955
ἥτις μʼ ἀποικίσειεν ἐκ τόπων, ὅπως
τὸν Δῖον ἄλκιμον γόνον
μὴ ταρβαλέα θάνοιμι
960
μοῦνον εἰσιδοῦσʼ ἄφαρ·
ἐπεὶ ἐν δυσαπαλλάκτοις ὀδύναις
χωρεῖν πρὸ δόμων λέγουσιν
ἄσπετόν τι θαῦμα.
εἴθʼ ἀνεμόεσσά τις
γένοιτʼ ἔπουρος ἑστιῶτις αὔρα,
955
ἥτις μʼ ἀποικίσειεν ἐκ τόπων, ὅπως
τὸν Δῖον ἄλκιμον γόνον
μὴ ταρβαλέα θάνοιμι
960
μοῦνον εἰσιδοῦσʼ ἄφαρ·
ἐπεὶ ἐν δυσαπαλλάκτοις ὀδύναις
χωρεῖν πρὸ δόμων λέγουσιν
ἄσπετόν τι θαῦμα.
Χορός
ἀγχοῦ δʼ ἄρα κοὐ μακρὰν
965
προύκλαιον, ὀξύφωνος ὡς ἀηδών.
ξένων γὰρ ἐξόμιλος ἥδε τις βάσις.
πᾷ δʼ αὖ φορεῖ νιν; ὡς φίλου
προκηδομένα βαρεῖαν
ἄψοφον φέρει βάσιν.
αἰαῖ, ὅδʼ ἀναύδατος φέρεται.
970
τί χρὴ θανόντα νιν ἢ καθʼ
ὕπνον ὄντα κρῖναι;
ἀγχοῦ δʼ ἄρα κοὐ μακρὰν
965
προύκλαιον, ὀξύφωνος ὡς ἀηδών.
ξένων γὰρ ἐξόμιλος ἥδε τις βάσις.
πᾷ δʼ αὖ φορεῖ νιν; ὡς φίλου
προκηδομένα βαρεῖαν
ἄψοφον φέρει βάσιν.
αἰαῖ, ὅδʼ ἀναύδατος φέρεται.
970
τί χρὴ θανόντα νιν ἢ καθʼ
ὕπνον ὄντα κρῖναι;
Translations (2)
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 953 focus
Wenn eilende Lüfte doch
Mit hellem Hauch vom Herde sich erhüben,
Hinweg von dieser Stätte mich zu tragen, daß
Nicht das Entsezen mich sofort
940
Entseelt, wenn ich einsam duldend
Schaue Zeus' gewaltigen Sohn!
Denn, ach! in unnennbar bitterer Qual,
So sagen sie, naht er dem Hause,
Unerhörter Anblick!
945
Zweite Gegenstrophe.
Wenn eilende Lüfte doch
Mit hellem Hauch vom Herde sich erhüben,
Hinweg von dieser Stätte mich zu tragen, daß
Nicht das Entsezen mich sofort
940
Entseelt, wenn ich einsam duldend
Schaue Zeus' gewaltigen Sohn!
Denn, ach! in unnennbar bitterer Qual,
So sagen sie, naht er dem Hause,
Unerhörter Anblick!
945
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 947-970 focus
Chorus
Which disaster shall I bewail first? Which is more to be pitied? In my grief I cannot decide.
Which disaster shall I bewail first? Which is more to be pitied? In my grief I cannot decide.
Chorus
One sorrow may be seen in the house; for one we wait with apprehension. To have and to await are one and the same.
950
One sorrow may be seen in the house; for one we wait with apprehension. To have and to await are one and the same.
950
Chorus
oh, that some strong breeze, a fair wind, might arise at our hearth
to bear me far from this land, so that I might not die of terror when I look but once
955
upon the mighty seed of Zeus! For they say that he is approaching the house in torments from which there is no deliverance, a wonder of unutterable woe.
960
oh, that some strong breeze, a fair wind, might arise at our hearth
to bear me far from this land, so that I might not die of terror when I look but once
955
upon the mighty seed of Zeus! For they say that he is approaching the house in torments from which there is no deliverance, a wonder of unutterable woe.
960
Chorus
Ah, he was not far off, but close to us, he for whom I cried in advance, like the shrill nightingale! Here is a foreign procession of strange men. And in what manner, then, do they bring him? In sorrow, as for some loved one, they tread their mournful, noiseless tread. Ah, he is carried on in silence!
965
Should I think that he is dead, or just asleep?
970
Ah, he was not far off, but close to us, he for whom I cried in advance, like the shrill nightingale! Here is a foreign procession of strange men. And in what manner, then, do they bring him? In sorrow, as for some loved one, they tread their mournful, noiseless tread. Ah, he is carried on in silence!
965
Should I think that he is dead, or just asleep?
970