Anacreon 395
Anacreon 395
A Version of Anacreon 395
Grey at the temples, already,
That’s how Earth looks to me.
Garden of Eden? Hardly.
The icebergs are cracking.
Hard to imagine that much time
Remains for the rainforests.
Dealing with these droughts, who wouldn’t
Be terrified of Hell?
Tiny, remote nooks of Earth
Flood. To say ‘troublesome’
Is understatement. And once
The shores go under,
They don’t bob back up.
Graece
πολιοὶ μὲν ἡμὶν ἤδη
κρόταφοι κάρη τε λευκόν,
χαρίεσσα δ᾿ οὐκέτ᾿ ἥβη
πάρα, γηραλέοι δ᾿ ὀδόντες
γλυκεροῦ δ᾿ οὐκέτι πολλὸς
βιότου χρόνος λέλειπται.
Διὰ ταῦτ᾿ ἀνασταλύζω
θαμὰ Τάρταρον δεδοικώς·
Ἀίδεω γάρ ἐστι δεινὸς
μυχός, ἀργαλέη δ᾿ ἐς αὐτὸν
κάτοδος· καὶ γὰρ ἑτοῖμον
καταβάντι μὴ ἀναβῆναι.