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Εἰς τέττιγα

Language: Greek (Ελληνικά)

Μακαρίζομέν σε, τέττιξ,
ὅτι δενδρέων ἐπ ΄ ἄκρων
ὀλίγην δρόσον πεπωκώς,
βασιλεὺς ὅπως, ἀείδεις.
Σὰ γάρ ἐστι κεῖνα πάντα,
ὁπόσα βλέπεις ἐν ἀγροῖς,
κὀπόσα φέρουσιν ὧραι.
Σὺ δὲ φίλτατος γεωργοῖς,
σὺ δὲ τίμιος βροτοῖσι,
θέρεος γλυκὺς προφήτης.
Φιλέουσι μέν σε Μοῦσαι,
φιλέει δὲ Φοῖβος αὐτός,
λιγυρὴν δ ΄ ἔδωκεν οἴμην.
Τὸ δὲ γῆρας οὔ σε τείρει,
σοφέ, γηγενές, φίλυμνε,
ἀπαθές, ἀναιμόσαρκε·
σχεδὸν εἶ θεοῖς ὅμοιος.


Translation(s): ENG FRE GER GER

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Note: this was actually written about five hundred years after Anacreon's death, but follows his style. It is a product of the "Anacreontics".

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La cigale

Language: French (Français) after the Greek (Ελληνικά)

Nous disons: « Heureuse Cigale! »
Dès que, sur la cime des arbres,
Tu as bu quelques gouttes de rosée,
Ainsi qu'une reine, tu chantes.
Car, c'est bien à toi, tout
Ce que tu vois dans les champs
Et que produisent les forêts.
Tu es l'amie des laboureurs,
Ne leur causant aucun dommage ;
Tu es vénérée des mortels,
Douce prophétesse de l'Été.
Les Muses te chérissent,
Il te chérit aussi, Phébus,
Qui t'a dotée d'une voix harmonieuse.
La vieillesse ne t'accable pas.
Sage, fille de la Terre, amoureuse des chants,
Impassible, sans chair ni sang,
Tu es, ou peu s'en faut, égale aux Dieux.


Submitted by Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

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Text added to the website: 2017-10-15.
Last modified: 2017-10-15 11:06:47
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