κεἰ σμικρόν ἐστι, σπέρμ᾿ ἰδεῖν βουλήσομαι.
Oedipus Tyrannus. Sophocles. ed. Lewis Campbell. Oxford. 1879.
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Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 1086-1107 focus
Χορός
εἴπερ ἐγὼ μάντις εἰμὶ καὶ κατὰ γνώμαν ἴδρις,
οὐ τὸν Ὄλυμπον ἀπείρων, ὦ Κιθαιρών,
οὐκ ἔσει τὰν αὔριον
1090
πανσέληνον, μὴ οὐ σέ γε καὶ πατριώταν Οἰδίπουν
καὶ τροφὸν καὶ ματέρʼ αὔξειν,
καὶ χορεύεσθαι πρὸς ἡμῶν, ὡς ἐπὶ ἦρα φέροντα τοῖς ἐμοῖς τυράννοις.
1095
ἰήϊε Φοῖβε, σοὶ δὲ ταῦτʼ ἀρέστʼ εἴη.
εἴπερ ἐγὼ μάντις εἰμὶ καὶ κατὰ γνώμαν ἴδρις,
οὐ τὸν Ὄλυμπον ἀπείρων, ὦ Κιθαιρών,
οὐκ ἔσει τὰν αὔριον
1090
πανσέληνον, μὴ οὐ σέ γε καὶ πατριώταν Οἰδίπουν
καὶ τροφὸν καὶ ματέρʼ αὔξειν,
καὶ χορεύεσθαι πρὸς ἡμῶν, ὡς ἐπὶ ἦρα φέροντα τοῖς ἐμοῖς τυράννοις.
1095
ἰήϊε Φοῖβε, σοὶ δὲ ταῦτʼ ἀρέστʼ εἴη.
Χορός
τίς σε, τέκνον, τίς σʼ ἔτικτε τᾶν μακραιώνων ἄρα
Πανὸς ὀρεσσιβάτα πατρὸς πελασθεῖσʼ;
1100
ἢ σέ γʼ εὐνάτειρά τις
Λοξίου; τῷ γὰρ πλάκες ἀγρόνομοι πᾶσαι φίλαι·
εἴθʼ ὁ Κυλλάνας ἀνάσσων,
1105
εἴθʼ ὁ Βακχεῖος θεὸς ναίων ἐπʼ ἄκρων ὀρέων σʼ εὕρημα δέξατʼ ἔκ του
Νυμφᾶν Ἑλικωνίδων, αἷς πλεῖστα συμπαίζει.
τίς σε, τέκνον, τίς σʼ ἔτικτε τᾶν μακραιώνων ἄρα
Πανὸς ὀρεσσιβάτα πατρὸς πελασθεῖσʼ;
1100
ἢ σέ γʼ εὐνάτειρά τις
Λοξίου; τῷ γὰρ πλάκες ἀγρόνομοι πᾶσαι φίλαι·
εἴθʼ ὁ Κυλλάνας ἀνάσσων,
1105
εἴθʼ ὁ Βακχεῖος θεὸς ναίων ἐπʼ ἄκρων ὀρέων σʼ εὕρημα δέξατʼ ἔκ του
Νυμφᾶν Ἑλικωνίδων, αἷς πλεῖστα συμπαίζει.
Translations (2)
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 1086 focus
Wenn mir im Geist Seherkunde, wenn Verstand im Busen wohnt,
Soll dir die Lust, o Kithäron,
1060
Bei'm Olympos, werden, wann
Der volle Mond morgen aufstrahlt,
Daß du verherrlichet wirst als Dedipus'
Landsgenoß und Amm' und Mutter,
Daß wir dich mit Reigen feiern,
1065
Weil du so freundlich gewesen
Meines Landes Herrschern!
Heilbringender Phöbos, dir, gefalle dir's also!
Gegenstrophe.
Wenn mir im Geist Seherkunde, wenn Verstand im Busen wohnt,
Soll dir die Lust, o Kithäron,
1060
Bei'm Olympos, werden, wann
Der volle Mond morgen aufstrahlt,
Daß du verherrlichet wirst als Dedipus'
Landsgenoß und Amm' und Mutter,
Daß wir dich mit Reigen feiern,
1065
Weil du so freundlich gewesen
Meines Landes Herrschern!
Heilbringender Phöbos, dir, gefalle dir's also!
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 1086-1105 focus
Chorus
If I am a seer or wise of heart,
Cithaeron, you will not fail—by heaven, you will not—to know at tomorrow’s full moon that Oedipus honors you as native to him, as his nurse, and his mother, and that you are celebrated in our dance and song,
1090
because you are well-pleasing to our prince. O Phoebus to whom we cry, may these things find favor in your sight!
1095
If I am a seer or wise of heart,
Cithaeron, you will not fail—by heaven, you will not—to know at tomorrow’s full moon that Oedipus honors you as native to him, as his nurse, and his mother, and that you are celebrated in our dance and song,
1090
because you are well-pleasing to our prince. O Phoebus to whom we cry, may these things find favor in your sight!
1095
Chorus
Who was it, my son, who of the race whose years are many, that bore you in wedlock with
Pan, the mountain-roaming father? Or was it a bride of Loxias that bore you? For dear to him are all the upland pastures.
1100
Or perhaps it was Cyllene’s lord, or the Bacchants’ god, dweller on the hill-tops, that received you, a new-born joy, from one of the nymphs of Helicon, with whom he most often sports.
1105
Who was it, my son, who of the race whose years are many, that bore you in wedlock with
Pan, the mountain-roaming father? Or was it a bride of Loxias that bore you? For dear to him are all the upland pastures.
1100
Or perhaps it was Cyllene’s lord, or the Bacchants’ god, dweller on the hill-tops, that received you, a new-born joy, from one of the nymphs of Helicon, with whom he most often sports.
1105