Θεῶν Διάλογοι

Bölümler

1–2 2–1 2–4 4–1 1 1 2 2 2–1 1–2 2–1 2–3 3–4 5–1 2–3 3–5 5–1 2 3–4 4–1 1–3 4–1 1–13 1 1 1 2–1 1 2–1 2–1 1–3 3–1 2–1 1–20 1 2–1 1–22 1 2–1 1–24 1 2–25 1–2 2

İngilizce İngilizce Yunanca Yunanca

2–1

APOLLO

He was learning to throw the quoit, and I was throwing it with him, when Zephyrus did it—curse that wind above them all—Zephyrus, too, had been in love with him for a long time, but the boy wouldn’t look at him, and he couldn’t stand his contempt. Well, I threw my quoit as usual, and Zephyrus blew down from Taygetus, and dashed it down on the boy’s head. Blood poured out where it hit him, and he died on the spot, poor lad. I shot back at Zephyrus with my arrows and chased him hard, all the way back to the mountain. The boy I’ve had buried in Amyclae, where he was struck down by the discus, and I’ve made the earth send up from his blood the sweetest and fairest flower of them all, one which bears lettering A sort of iris forming the letters of AIAI (alas); cf. Ovid, Met. 10, 215 and The Dance 45. of mourning for the dead one. Do you think it’s unreasonable of me to have a broken heart?

HERMES

Yes I do, my good chap. You knew you’d chosen a mortal to love; so you mustn’t be vexed at his death.

Hermes and Apollo

To think, Apollo, that a poor cripple and mere artisan like him has married the two fairest of the fair, Aphrodite and Charis! Cf. Iliad, XVIII, 382. Hesiod, Theogony, 945-946 calls her Aglaea, youngest of the Charites (Graces).