Tiresias: The Ancient Mediterranean Religions Source Database

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Euripides, Phoenician Women, 1486-1581

ἁβρὰ παρηίδος οὐδ' ὑπὸ παρθενί-

I do not veil my tender cheek shaded with curls, nor do I feel shame, from maiden modesty, at the dark red beneath my eyes, the blush upon my face, as I hurry on, in bacchic revelry for the dead

nan	I do not veil my tender cheek shaded with curls, nor do I feel shame, from maiden modesty, at the dark red beneath my eyes, the blush upon my face, as I hurry on, in bacchic revelry for the dead

ας τὸν ὑπὸ βλεφάροις φοίνικ', ἐρύθημα προσώπου

I do not veil my tender cheek shaded with curls, nor do I feel shame, from maiden modesty, at the dark red beneath my eyes, the blush upon my face, as I hurry on, in bacchic revelry for the dead

αἰδομένα φέρομαι βάκχα νεκύ-

I do not veil my tender cheek shaded with curls, nor do I feel shame, from maiden modesty, at the dark red beneath my eyes, the blush upon my face, as I hurry on, in bacchic revelry for the dead

ων, κράδεμνα δικοῦσα κόμας ἀπ' ἐ-

casting from my hair its mantle and letting my delicate saffron robe fly loose, a tearful escort to the dead. Ah me!

μᾶς, στολίδος κροκόεσσαν ἀνεῖσα τρυφάν

casting from my hair its mantle and letting my delicate saffron robe fly loose, a tearful escort to the dead. Ah me!

ἁγεμόνευμα νεκροῖσι πολύστονον. αἰαῖ, ἰώ μοι.

casting from my hair its mantle and letting my delicate saffron robe fly loose, a tearful escort to the dead. Ah me!

ὦ Πολύνεικες, ἔφυς ἄρ' ἐπώνυμος: ὤμοι μοι, Θῆβαι:

Oh, Polyneices! you were rightly named, after all; woe to you, Thebes !

nan	Oh, Polyneices! you were rightly named, after all; woe to you, Thebes !

σὰ δ' ἔρις — οὐκ ἔρις, ἀλλὰ φόνῳ φόνος —

Your strife—not strife, but murder on murder— has brought the house of Oedipus to ruin with dire and grim bloodshed. What harmonious or tuneful wailing can I summon

Οἰδιπόδα δόμον ὤλεσε κρανθεῖς'

Your strife—not strife, but murder on murder— has brought the house of Oedipus to ruin with dire and grim bloodshed. What harmonious or tuneful wailing can I summon

αἵματι δεινῷ, αἵματι λυγρῷ.

Your strife—not strife, but murder on murder— has brought the house of Oedipus to ruin with dire and grim bloodshed. What harmonious or tuneful wailing can I summon

τίνα προσῳδὸν

Your strife—not strife, but murder on murder— has brought the house of Oedipus to ruin with dire and grim bloodshed. What harmonious or tuneful wailing can I summon

ἢ τίνα μουσοπόλον στοναχὰν ἐπὶ

Your strife—not strife, but murder on murder— has brought the house of Oedipus to ruin with dire and grim bloodshed. What harmonious or tuneful wailing can I summon

δάκρυσι δάκρυσιν, ὦ δόμος, ὦ δόμος

for my tears, my tears, oh, my home! oh, my home! as I bear these three kindred bodies, my mother and her sons, a welcome sight to the Fury? She destroyed the house of Oedipus, root and branch

ἀγκαλέσωμαι

for my tears, my tears, oh, my home! oh, my home! as I bear these three kindred bodies, my mother and her sons, a welcome sight to the Fury? She destroyed the house of Oedipus, root and branch

τρισσὰ φέρουσα τάδ' αἵματα σύγγονα

for my tears, my tears, oh, my home! oh, my home! as I bear these three kindred bodies, my mother and her sons, a welcome sight to the Fury? She destroyed the house of Oedipus, root and branch

ματέρα καὶ τέκνα, χάρματ' ̓Ερινύος;

for my tears, my tears, oh, my home! oh, my home! as I bear these three kindred bodies, my mother and her sons, a welcome sight to the Fury? She destroyed the house of Oedipus, root and branch

ἃ δόμον Οἰδιπόδα πρόπαν ὤλεσε

for my tears, my tears, oh, my home! oh, my home! as I bear these three kindred bodies, my mother and her sons, a welcome sight to the Fury? She destroyed the house of Oedipus, root and branch

τᾶς ἀγρίας ὅτε

when his shrewdness solved the Sphinx’s unsolvable song and killed that savage singer. Alas for you, father! What other Hellene or barbarian

δυσξυνέτου ξυνετὸν μέλος ἔγνω

when his shrewdness solved the Sphinx’s unsolvable song and killed that savage singer. Alas for you, father! What other Hellene or barbarian

Σφιγγὸς ἀοιδοῦ σῶμα φονεύσας.

when his shrewdness solved the Sphinx’s unsolvable song and killed that savage singer. Alas for you, father! What other Hellene or barbarian

ἰώ μοί μοι, πάτερ

when his shrewdness solved the Sphinx’s unsolvable song and killed that savage singer. Alas for you, father! What other Hellene or barbarian

τίς ̔Ελλὰς ἢ βάρβαρος ἢ

when his shrewdness solved the Sphinx’s unsolvable song and killed that savage singer. Alas for you, father! What other Hellene or barbarian

τῶν προπάροιθ' εὐγενετᾶν

what mortal from a noble line ever endured the anguish of such visible afflictions?

ἕτερος ἔτλα κακῶν τοσῶνδ'

what mortal from a noble line ever endured the anguish of such visible afflictions?

αἵματος ἁμερίου

what mortal from a noble line ever endured the anguish of such visible afflictions?

τοιάδ' ἄχεα φανερά;

what mortal from a noble line ever endured the anguish of such visible afflictions?

τάλαιν', ὡς ἐλελίζει —

Ah! poor girl, how piteous is your cry!

τίς ἄρ' ὄρνις, ἢ δρυὸς ἢ

What bird, perched on the high-leaved branches of oak or pine, will come to mourn with me, left motherless? With cries of woe

ἐλάτας ἀκροκόμοις ἀμφὶ κλάδοις ἑζομένα

What bird, perched on the high-leaved branches of oak or pine, will come to mourn with me, left motherless? With cries of woe

μονομάτορσιν ὀδυρμοῖς

What bird, perched on the high-leaved branches of oak or pine, will come to mourn with me, left motherless? With cries of woe

ἐμοῖς ἄχεσι συνῳδός;

What bird, perched on the high-leaved branches of oak or pine, will come to mourn with me, left motherless? With cries of woe

αἴλινον αἰάγμασιν ἃ

What bird, perched on the high-leaved branches of oak or pine, will come to mourn with me, left motherless? With cries of woe

τοῖσδε προκλαίω μονάδ' αἰ-

I lament before it comes the piteous lonely life, that I shall live for the rest of time, in streaming tears. On which of these

ῶνα διάξουσα τὸν αἰεὶ χρόνον ἐν

I lament before it comes the piteous lonely life, that I shall live for the rest of time, in streaming tears. On which of these

λειβομένοισιν δάκρυσιν ἰαχήσω.

I lament before it comes the piteous lonely life, that I shall live for the rest of time, in streaming tears. On which of these

nan	I lament before it comes the piteous lonely life, that I shall live for the rest of time, in streaming tears. On which of these

τίν' ἐπὶ πρῶτον ἀπὸ χαί-

I lament before it comes the piteous lonely life, that I shall live for the rest of time, in streaming tears. On which of these

τας σπαραγμοῖς ἀπαρχὰς βάλω;

hall I throw my offerings first, plucking the hair from my head? on the breast of the mother that suckled me, or beside the ghastly death-wounds of my brothers’ corpses?

ματρὸς ἐμᾶς ἢ διδύμοι-

hall I throw my offerings first, plucking the hair from my head? on the breast of the mother that suckled me, or beside the ghastly death-wounds of my brothers’ corpses?

σι γάλακτος παρὰ μαστοῖς

hall I throw my offerings first, plucking the hair from my head? on the breast of the mother that suckled me, or beside the ghastly death-wounds of my brothers’ corpses?

ἢ πρὸς ἀδελ-

hall I throw my offerings first, plucking the hair from my head? on the breast of the mother that suckled me, or beside the ghastly death-wounds of my brothers’ corpses?

φῶν οὐλόμεν' αἰκίσματα νεκρῶν;

hall I throw my offerings first, plucking the hair from my head? on the breast of the mother that suckled me, or beside the ghastly death-wounds of my brothers’ corpses?

ὀτοτοτοῖ λεῖπε σοὺς

Oh, oh! Oedipus, my old father with sightless eyes, leave your house, reveal the misery of your life, you who have cast a mist of darkness over your eyes and

δόμους, ἀλαὸν ὄμμα φέρων

Oh, oh! Oedipus, my old father with sightless eyes, leave your house, reveal the misery of your life, you who have cast a mist of darkness over your eyes and

πάτερ γεραιέ, δεῖξον

Oh, oh! Oedipus, my old father with sightless eyes, leave your house, reveal the misery of your life, you who have cast a mist of darkness over your eyes and

Οἰδιπόδα, σὸν αἰῶνα μέλεον, ὃς † ἐπὶ

Oh, oh! Oedipus, my old father with sightless eyes, leave your house, reveal the misery of your life, you who have cast a mist of darkness over your eyes and

δώμασιν ἀέριον σκότον ὄμμασι †

Oh, oh! Oedipus, my old father with sightless eyes, leave your house, reveal the misery of your life, you who have cast a mist of darkness over your eyes and

σοῖσι βαλὼν ἕλκεις μακρόπνουν ζόαν.

draw out a weary existence within the house. Do you hear, you who are wandering with old step across the court, or sleeping on your wretched pallet couch? Oedipu

κλύεις, ὦ κατ' αὐλὰν

draw out a weary existence within the house. Do you hear, you who are wandering with old step across the court, or sleeping on your wretched pallet couch? Oedipu

ἀλαίνων γεραιὸν

draw out a weary existence within the house. Do you hear, you who are wandering with old step across the court, or sleeping on your wretched pallet couch? Oedipu

πόδ' ἢ δεμνίοις δύ-

draw out a weary existence within the house. Do you hear, you who are wandering with old step across the court, or sleeping on your wretched pallet couch? Oedipu

στανος ἰαύων;

Why, daughter

τί μ', ὦ παρθένε, βακτρεύμασι τυφλοῦ

have you dragged me to the light by your piteous tears, supporting my blind footsteps, from the gloom of my bed-chamber, gray-haired, invisible as a phantom of the air, or as a spirit from the world below, or

ποδὸς ἐξάγαγες ἐς φῶς

λεχήρη σκοτίων ἐκ θαλάμων οἰκ-

τροτάτοισιν δακρύοισιν

πολιὸν αἰθέρος ἀφανὲς εἴδωλον ἢ

νέκυν ἔνερθεν ἢ

πτανὸν ὄνειρον;

as a dream that flies? Antigone

δυστυχὲς ἀγγελίας ἔπος οἴσῃ

Father, there are tidings of sorrow for you to bear; no longer do your sons see the light, or your wife, who would always labor to tend your blind footsteps as with a staff.

πάτερ, οὐκέτι σοι τέκνα λεύσσει

Father, there are tidings of sorrow for you to bear; no longer do your sons see the light, or your wife, who would always labor to tend your blind footsteps as with a staff.

φάος οὐδ' ἄλοχος, παραβάκτροις

Father, there are tidings of sorrow for you to bear; no longer do your sons see the light, or your wife, who would always labor to tend your blind footsteps as with a staff.

ἃ πόδα σὸν τυφλόπουν θεραπεύμασιν αἰὲν ἐμόχθει

Father, there are tidings of sorrow for you to bear; no longer do your sons see the light, or your wife, who would always labor to tend your blind footsteps as with a staff.

ὦ πάτερ, ὤμοι.

Alas for you, my father! Oedipu

ὤμοι ἐμῶν παθέων: πάρα γὰρ στενάχειν τάδ', ἀυτεῖν.

Alas for my sorrows! I may well groan and cry. Three lives! Tell me, child, by what fate they left the light. Antigone

τρισσαὶ ψυχαί: ποίᾳ μοίρᾳ

Alas for my sorrows! I may well groan and cry. Three lives! Tell me, child, by what fate they left the light. Antigone

nan	Alas for my sorrows! I may well groan and cry. Three lives! Tell me, child, by what fate they left the light. Antigone

πῶς ἔλιπον φάος; ὦ τέκνον, αὔδα.

Alas for my sorrows! I may well groan and cry. Three lives! Tell me, child, by what fate they left the light. Antigone

οὐκ ἐπ' ὀνείδεσιν οὐδ' ἐπιχάρμασιν

I do not say this to reproach or mock you, but in sadness: your own avenging curse, with all its load of swords and fire and ruthless war, came on your sons. Alas for you, my father! Oedipu

ἀλλ' ὀδύναισι λέγω: σὸς ἀλάστωρ

I do not say this to reproach or mock you, but in sadness: your own avenging curse, with all its load of swords and fire and ruthless war, came on your sons. Alas for you, my father! Oedipu

ξίφεσιν βρίθων

I do not say this to reproach or mock you, but in sadness: your own avenging curse, with all its load of swords and fire and ruthless war, came on your sons. Alas for you, my father! Oedipu

καὶ πυρὶ καὶ σχετλίαισι μάχαις ἐπὶ παῖδας ἔβα σούς

I do not say this to reproach or mock you, but in sadness: your own avenging curse, with all its load of swords and fire and ruthless war, came on your sons. Alas for you, my father! Oedipu

ὦ πάτερ, ὤ μοι.

I do not say this to reproach or mock you, but in sadness: your own avenging curse, with all its load of swords and fire and ruthless war, came on your sons. Alas for you, my father! Oedipu

αἰαῖ. τί τάδε καταστένεις

Ah me! Antigone

τέκνα. δι' ὀδύνας ἔβας:

My sons! Antigone

εἰ δὲ τέθριππά γ' ἔθ' ἅρματα λεύσσων

My sons! Antigone

ἀελίου τάδε σώματα νεκρῶν

My sons! Antigone

ὄμματος αὐγαῖς σαῖς ἐπενώμας —

My sons! Antigone

τῶν μὲν ἐμῶν τεκέων φανερὸν κακόν:

The evil fate of my sons is clear; but she, my poor wife, tell me, daughter, by what fate did she die? Antigone

ἁ δὲ τάλαιν' ἄλοχος τίνι μοι, τέκνον, ὤλετο μοίρᾳ;

The evil fate of my sons is clear; but she, my poor wife, tell me, daughter, by what fate did she die? Antigone

δάκρυα γοερὰ

All saw her weep and heard her moan, as she rushed forth to carry to her sons her last appeal, a mother’s breast.

φανερὰ πᾶσι τιθεμένα

All saw her weep and heard her moan, as she rushed forth to carry to her sons her last appeal, a mother’s breast.

τέκεσι μαστὸν ἔφερεν ἔφερεν

All saw her weep and heard her moan, as she rushed forth to carry to her sons her last appeal, a mother’s breast.

ἱκέτις ἱκέτιν ὀρομένα.