some years ago prepared a translation of the Hymns of Callimachus for a English publisher in which I posted some other job as a translator . The agreement with the editorial did not work, so my translation of the Hymns (from them: I did not write the II or III) not been published since then. As I do not know if it is to put that version, as I do not like 'lost jobs philology, "I thought a good way to start this section of dishes out of a letter may be precisely to present the translation I did the first texts, the Hymn to Zeus.
In Homer's Feast is, of course, an entry on Callimachus (see 37. Callimachus ). This author has said he composed a "poetry of porcelain." Yes, surely, by the care with which emulates (which does not mimic) to literary references. So when I imbibed in Hymns, me Callimachus was surprised to discover that porcelain compatible with the humor and the grotesque.
of the grotesque in Callimachus may speak in another post because it seems a particularly relevant in the Hymn to Zeus ("except, perhaps, by reference to the navel of God?). However, it is easier to track features subtle humor in this poem. If such material offers for singing the father of gods and men, why not Callimachus celebrated as "the grave of the thunder" (barýktypos) but as a newborn baby? If Zeus is the greatest of the gods of Olympus, why gave him the poet of the hymn Cyrene short of his body?
In Homer's Feast is, of course, an entry on Callimachus (see 37. Callimachus ). This author has said he composed a "poetry of porcelain." Yes, surely, by the care with which emulates (which does not mimic) to literary references. So when I imbibed in Hymns, me Callimachus was surprised to discover that porcelain compatible with the humor and the grotesque.
of the grotesque in Callimachus may speak in another post because it seems a particularly relevant in the Hymn to Zeus ("except, perhaps, by reference to the navel of God?). However, it is easier to track features subtle humor in this poem. If such material offers for singing the father of gods and men, why not Callimachus celebrated as "the grave of the thunder" (barýktypos) but as a newborn baby? If Zeus is the greatest of the gods of Olympus, why gave him the poet of the hymn Cyrene short of his body?
Can there be a more suitable to be sung between
libations to Zeus, the God himself, always huge, always sovereign, winner of the Pelagone
that gives justice to Uranus?
And how do you sing like Dictaean or high school?
is great doubt in my mind, because his lineage is disputed.
Zeus, you say about that in the mountains of Ida born;
other, Zeus, in Arcadia: Who, oh father, lied?
"Cretans are always liars", which also sovereign, your grave
Cretans invented. But you have not died, that exist forever.
Thee in Parrhasia Rhea gave birth to you, where more
thick was the foliage of the forest. So
place is sacred, and in no way it intrudes
or requiring Ilitía animal, or woman, but this place
"antañón bed Rea called apidaneos.
Then, once your mother out of their deep bowels
point looking for a stream, where the relics
clean delivery, and wash in it your skin.
However, the great Ladon flowed yet, nor Erimanto,
the clearest of rivers and rains still lacked any
the mill, but was to be called rich in water
later. It was then, when it dropped waist Rea,
many oaks, yes, in its course towards the voluptuous
Yaon spring, many carriages traveled the Melas,
many land animals where the current wet
of Carion put their dens, and was
a man walk across the Cratis and very stony Metopa
suffer thirst, water in abundance, was hidden under his feet.
And, feeling anxious, "said the venerable Rea
" Gea mistress, gives birth to you, too, that your labor pains are light. "
spoke, and the goddess, tending to overlook his vast arm hit
Mount with his staff. He was divided into two distinct halves
and there flowed a great stream. At the scene, after cleaning your skin, you
bundle, sovereign, and gave thee to Neda to carry you to the cave
Cretheus (which would be raised in secret),
Neda, the oldest of the nymphs, which your delivery then attended
it was the first offspring, after Styx and Philyra.
And meanness paid with the goddess this favor, but the current
that "Neda" called her: that, in abundance, which is itself the Cauconians
City, which receives Lepreo name, is
joins Nereus, and her ancestral water, drink
descendants of the bear Lycaonian. Tenas
When the nymph left, O father Zeus,
bringing you up to Knossos (Knossos Tenas was close),
you dropped at this time, God, the navel, so to that level since then
"Omphale" what Cidones called.
Zeus, you Korybantes partners of you were in arms, the Melia
dictate to thee Adrastea
rocked in a cradle of gold, you nursed
the fat udder of the goat Amalthea and honey sweet feed you.
is that suddenly appeared the work of the bee Panácride
in the mountains of Ida, who called Panacras fame. And
Curetes apace danced around you a war dance,
between tapping of their weapons, to the ears of Kronos
came the noise of their shields and not your child cries.
growing up gracefully, gracefully you grew up, Zeus celestial
youth came quickly and soon I came out the bozo.
But when you were still a child, everything you said was fulfilled;
therefore, your siblings, born even before
not opposed hicieras you to heaven, undivided home.
And in the past were not entirely truthful the bards,
said that luck as distributed between the three thermostats their mansions.
But who would have played Olympus to Hades
but a complete fool? It seems logical to draw lots
about things equals, but between these two realms, there is the biggest difference.
I wish I invented something that persuades the listener's ear.
not made you king of the gods of luck but the works of your hands,
your power and strength, which also settlements close to your throne.
and make the bird very
messenger highlights of your awesome: I wish they were in favor my friends!
choose between the men, the best, whatever it is you, you're not versed in
with ships, wielding the shield or the bard.
Rather, for other blessed enforce lower left
to beware of these other things, while you chose the same
leaders of cities, whose power is the landowner, the skilled spear, the rower
all, what is not subject to the strength of that charge?
For example, say blacksmiths are Vulcan
of warriors belonging to Ares, Artemis, that tunic dresses,
hunters, Febo and connoisseurs in the ways of the lira.
But "Zeus came the kings, for there is nothing more divine than the sovereign
sons of Zeus. Also why the chose you as your item. Les
bestowed save the cities, while you
take your place at the top of the boroughs, as a lookout for those with crooked judgments
to oppress people and those at the counter, take him on track.
covers of opulence, wealth in abundance:
all, yes, but not in the same way. It seems appropriate to conclude
the case of our sovereign, that far ahead walk in excellence.
What is it, the evening culminates in the idea that in the morning, afternoon
, yes, more great things, and sees them as minors.
The other few things in a year, or an other, to other, well, yourself
prevented them from seeing them made and broken the evil thereof. Health
degree you high, exalted son of Cronos, the giver of goods,
giver of bliss. Your works, who the sing?
not born or born: the works of Zeus, who will sing? Health
, father, health, again, under grant and opulence.
That wealth without virtue to raise men know,
nor virtue without wealth: Grant at the same virtue and wealth.
libations to Zeus, the God himself, always huge, always sovereign, winner of the Pelagone
that gives justice to Uranus?
And how do you sing like Dictaean or high school?
is great doubt in my mind, because his lineage is disputed.
Zeus, you say about that in the mountains of Ida born;
other, Zeus, in Arcadia: Who, oh father, lied?
"Cretans are always liars", which also sovereign, your grave
Cretans invented. But you have not died, that exist forever.
Thee in Parrhasia Rhea gave birth to you, where more
thick was the foliage of the forest. So
place is sacred, and in no way it intrudes
or requiring Ilitía animal, or woman, but this place
"antañón bed Rea called apidaneos.
Then, once your mother out of their deep bowels
point looking for a stream, where the relics
clean delivery, and wash in it your skin.
However, the great Ladon flowed yet, nor Erimanto,
the clearest of rivers and rains still lacked any
the mill, but was to be called rich in water
later. It was then, when it dropped waist Rea,
many oaks, yes, in its course towards the voluptuous
Yaon spring, many carriages traveled the Melas,
many land animals where the current wet
of Carion put their dens, and was
a man walk across the Cratis and very stony Metopa
suffer thirst, water in abundance, was hidden under his feet.
And, feeling anxious, "said the venerable Rea
" Gea mistress, gives birth to you, too, that your labor pains are light. "
spoke, and the goddess, tending to overlook his vast arm hit
Mount with his staff. He was divided into two distinct halves
and there flowed a great stream. At the scene, after cleaning your skin, you
bundle, sovereign, and gave thee to Neda to carry you to the cave
Cretheus (which would be raised in secret),
Neda, the oldest of the nymphs, which your delivery then attended
it was the first offspring, after Styx and Philyra.
And meanness paid with the goddess this favor, but the current
that "Neda" called her: that, in abundance, which is itself the Cauconians
City, which receives Lepreo name, is
joins Nereus, and her ancestral water, drink
descendants of the bear Lycaonian. Tenas
When the nymph left, O father Zeus,
bringing you up to Knossos (Knossos Tenas was close),
you dropped at this time, God, the navel, so to that level since then
"Omphale" what Cidones called.
Zeus, you Korybantes partners of you were in arms, the Melia
dictate to thee Adrastea
rocked in a cradle of gold, you nursed
the fat udder of the goat Amalthea and honey sweet feed you.
is that suddenly appeared the work of the bee Panácride
in the mountains of Ida, who called Panacras fame. And
Curetes apace danced around you a war dance,
between tapping of their weapons, to the ears of Kronos
came the noise of their shields and not your child cries.
growing up gracefully, gracefully you grew up, Zeus celestial
youth came quickly and soon I came out the bozo.
But when you were still a child, everything you said was fulfilled;
therefore, your siblings, born even before
not opposed hicieras you to heaven, undivided home.
And in the past were not entirely truthful the bards,
said that luck as distributed between the three thermostats their mansions.
But who would have played Olympus to Hades
but a complete fool? It seems logical to draw lots
about things equals, but between these two realms, there is the biggest difference.
I wish I invented something that persuades the listener's ear.
not made you king of the gods of luck but the works of your hands,
your power and strength, which also settlements close to your throne.
and make the bird very
messenger highlights of your awesome: I wish they were in favor my friends!
choose between the men, the best, whatever it is you, you're not versed in
with ships, wielding the shield or the bard.
Rather, for other blessed enforce lower left
to beware of these other things, while you chose the same
leaders of cities, whose power is the landowner, the skilled spear, the rower
all, what is not subject to the strength of that charge?
For example, say blacksmiths are Vulcan
of warriors belonging to Ares, Artemis, that tunic dresses,
hunters, Febo and connoisseurs in the ways of the lira.
But "Zeus came the kings, for there is nothing more divine than the sovereign
sons of Zeus. Also why the chose you as your item. Les
bestowed save the cities, while you
take your place at the top of the boroughs, as a lookout for those with crooked judgments
to oppress people and those at the counter, take him on track.
covers of opulence, wealth in abundance:
all, yes, but not in the same way. It seems appropriate to conclude
the case of our sovereign, that far ahead walk in excellence.
What is it, the evening culminates in the idea that in the morning, afternoon
, yes, more great things, and sees them as minors.
The other few things in a year, or an other, to other, well, yourself
prevented them from seeing them made and broken the evil thereof. Health
degree you high, exalted son of Cronos, the giver of goods,
giver of bliss. Your works, who the sing?
not born or born: the works of Zeus, who will sing? Health
, father, health, again, under grant and opulence.
That wealth without virtue to raise men know,
nor virtue without wealth: Grant at the same virtue and wealth.
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