Friday, July 6, 2012

31 (Sappho)

φαίνεταί μοι κῆνος ἴσος θέοισιν
ἔμμεν' ὤνηρ, ὄττις ἐνάντιός τοι
ἰσδάνει καὶ πλάσιον ἆδυ φονεί-
σας ὐπακούει

 καὶ γελαίσας ἰμέροεν, τό μ' ἦ μὰν
καρδίαν ἐν στήθεσιν ἐπτόαισεν·
ὠς γὰρ ἔς σ' ἴδω βρόχε', ὤς με φώναί-
σ' οὐδ' ἒν ἔτ' εἴκει,

 ἀλλά κὰμ μὲν γλῶσσα †ἔαγε†, λέπτον
δ' αὔτικα χρῷ πῦρ ὐπαδεδρόμηκεν,
ὀππάτεσσι δ' οὐδ' ἒν ὄρημμ', ἐπιρρόμ-
βεισι δ' ἄκουαι,

 κὰδ' δέ ἴδρως κακχέεται, τρόμος δὲ
παῖσαν ἄγρει, χλωροτέρα δὲ ποίας
ἔμμι, τεθνάκην δ' ὀλίγω 'πιδεύης
φαίνομ' ἔμ' αὔτᾳ.


That man seems to me happy as the blessed
gods, whoever sits by your side and listens
closely to your sweet conversation and your
laughter so lovely,

oh, it sets the heart in my breast to quaking,
for the very moment that I behold you,
in that instant, I can no longer speak one
word—I am struck dumb,

and my tongue is broken, and sudden fire
runs beneath my skin, quick and keen and tingling,
darkness takes my eyes, I am blinded, and my
ears fill with ringing,

sweat pours down my body, and then a trembling
seizes me completely, and I turn pallid,
paler than dry grass, and it seems to me I
stand at death's threshold.

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