Chorus: Happy race of birds!
Chorus: of birds, who indeed in winter
Chorus: They do not wear cloaks.
1090
Chorus: Nor again does a warm choking [of the] birds [affect] us.
Chorus: A far-shining ray warms.
Chorus: but of flowery meadows
Chorus: I dwell in the hollows of leaves,
Chorus: whenever the divine, piercing melody, the wailing,
1095
Chorus: the sun-stricken one cries out with the warmth of the midday sun.
Chorus: I am suffering in hollow caves
Chorus: playing with the mountain nymphs;
Chorus: We are feeding on the grasses of spring and on maidens.
Chorus: White-fed myrtles of the Graces, and their gardens.
1100
Birds. Aristophanes. . 2026-09-08.