by
Bacchylides (flourished 5th century BCE)
Παιανεσ
Language: Greek (Ελληνικά)
Τικτει δε τε θνατοισιν Ειρηνα μεγαλα
πλουτον και μελιγλοσσον αοιδαν ανθεα,
δαιδαλεων τ' επι βωμων θεοισιν αιθεσθαιβοων
ξανθα φλογι μηρα τανυτριχων τε μηλων,
γυμνασιων τε νεοισ αυλων τε και κωμων μελειν.
Εν δε σιδαροδετοισ πορπαξιν αιθαν
αραχναν ιστοι πελονται
εγχεα τε λογχωτα ξιφεα τ' αμφακεα δαμναται ευρωσ
χαλκεαν δ' ουκ εστι σαλπιγγων κτυποσ
ουδε συλαται μελιφρων υπνοσ απο βλεφαρων,
αμον οσ θαλπει κεαρ.
Συμποσιων δ' ερατων βριθοντ'
αγυιαι παιδικοι θ' υμν οι φλεγονται.
Confirmed with Poetae lyrici graeci, Leipzig: Reichenbach'sche Buchhandlung, 1843, Carminum melicorum et choricorum reliquiae, pages 823 - 824.
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Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:
- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Erhard Christian Eccard (1758 - 1859) , "Auf den Frieden", subtitle: "Nach Bakchylides" ; composed by Hans Georg Nägeli.
- Also set in Hungarian (Magyar), a translation by Mihály Babits (1883 - 1941) , "Bacchylides békedala", subtitle: "Görögből" ; composed by Ferenc Farkas.
Other available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Kairui (Kerry) Zhou) , "Paeans", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Melanie Trumbull
This text was added to the website: 2017-03-17
Line count: 13
Word count: 73
Paeans
Language: English after the Greek (Ελληνικά)
To mortals, Peace brings forth great wealth,
And the honey-tongued song of the Muses.
Upon the altars of skillful gods, it is pleasing,
With golden flames, the thighs of sacrificial oxen,
In gymnasiums, the youthful flutes, and the melodies of revelry.
And within firmly bound girdles of steel,
Spiderwebs are woven in nets,
The thrusting spears and double-edged swords are tamed by the finding of truth.
There is no sound of clanging trumpets,
Nor is the sweet sleep stolen from eyelids,
Unless that which warms the heart.
At banquets laden with beloved ones,
And echoing halls, there are hymns for the youth that blaze forth.
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Based on:
- a text in Greek (Ελληνικά) by Bacchylides (flourished 5th century BCE), "Παιανεσ"
This text was added to the website: 2023-09-01
Line count: 13
Word count: 105