Amores

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Amores Ovid 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D

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İngilizce Latince

Şiir 10

Now Ceres' feast is come, the trees are blown,

And my Corinna now must lie alone.

And why, good Ceres, must thy feast destroy

Man's chief delight, and why disturb his joy ?

The world esteems you bountiful and good, 5

You led us from the field and from the wood,

And gave us fruitful corn, and wholesome food.

Till then poor wretched man on acorns fed;

Oaks gave him meat, and flow'ry fields a bed.

First Ceres made our wheat and barley grow, 10

And taught us how to plough, and how to mow;

Who then can think that she designs to prove

Our piety, by coldness in our love ?

Or make poor lovers sigh, lament, and groan,

Or charge her votaries to lie alone ? 15

For Ceres, though she loves the fruitful fields,

Yet sometimes feels the force of love, and yields:

This Crete can witness, (Crete not always lies)

Crete that nurs'd Jove, and heard his infant cries,

There he was suckled who now rules the skies. 20

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