Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Pecco, I Stumble :: Natis In Usum :: I:27

I stumbled a lot through this poem. I mistook the endings:  Thracum is genitive plural not accusative. Acinaces is nominative singular not plural. Dicat is not indicative but subjunctive. Erubescendis is not the second person form of the verb but a passive participle. Finally, expediet has nothing to do in this ode with expedite but everything to do with its literal meaning: ex + ped [out + foot], that is: extricate. So, I sit here, erubescens. But what else is new?

Reading poetry is hard. Poets, as I have said before, tend to push the language to its very limits. If it’s not your native language, you’re in unchartered territory.  If it is your language, you’ve got a fighting chance to figure out the nuances.

But my mistakes were not nuances. They were language learner mistakes. Even so, after two thousand years, there are things about this ode, in particular, that make it difficult to understand. 

Some scholars take severi in 

vultis severi me quoque sumere partem Falerni

as an adjective for the wine:

Do you also want me to have some of that ‘severe’ Falernian wine?

But others think severi is a noun:

Do you severe ones also want me to have some of that Falernian wine?

Similarly, some take beatus in line 11 to refer either to the brother or to his demise. Others say its the wound that makes him blessed. 

Then there’s erubescendis in line 14. It’s like a diamond: hard and multifaceted. Does

non erubescendis adurit ignibus


she burns by fires one must not get reddened by 
. . . by fires one must not blush over . . . 
by fires you can’t get red over
 . . .by fires when there’s nothing to blush about . . . 

The possibilities seem endless. Perhaps the closest one can get to the meaning is found in Anthony Hecht’s translation of lines 14 and 15:

There’s nothing to blush about, since you only go
For the classy and hightoned .  [ . . . .] 

Finally, there’s ingenuo in line 15.  Does it modify amore? If so, how? Ingenuus gave us our ‘ingenuous.’ It can mean ‘natural, native, noble, delicate, tender, upright, frank, candid, a free-born person,’ that is, not a slave. Anthony Hecht took it to mean ‘classy and hightoned.’ An unknown translator in French thought it meant ‘un amour honnête.’  And Niall Rudd [Loeb] thought it meant ‘you always fall for the more respectable type.’  


The usual Thracian thing’s to fight 
with wine cups that were born for merriment. 
Enough barbarity! Keep shy Bacchus 
out of this bloody brawl! 

How horribly jarring: a Persian sword 
with wine and lights! Friends, keep the ungodly 
racket down and stay where you are with your 
elbows pressed upon the couch. 

Do you want me to have some of that severe
Falerno too? Well then, make Megylla’s 
brother from Opus say what love wound, what shaft, 
happy he will die from.

No desire to? I won’t drink otherwise.  
No matter which Venus dominates you, 
burns you with fires. No need to blush, since you 
always fall in love with  

the high born. Come on now, pour your heart out 
to these safe ears. Ah, miserable thing! 
Look how much girl trouble you’ve had, my boy!
You deserved a better flame!

What witch, what Thessalian drug wizard, 
what god could free you? I doubt Pegasus, 
now that you’re tied up, can get you away
from the tri-form Chimaera.
translation© 2010 by James Rumford

  a chimaera with three bodies: snake, goat, lion

In prose:

[O] sodales, in usum Thracum est [cum] scyphis, laetitiae natis, pugnare. Morem barbarum tollite, Bacchumque verecundum rixis sanguineis prohibete. Quantum immane ‹acinaces Medus› ‹vino et lucernis› discrepat! Clamorem impium lenite, et cubito presso remanete. 
Vultis me quoque [meum] partem Falerni severi sumere? Frater Megyllae Opuntiae dicat, quo vulnere, qua sagitta beatus pereat. Voluntas [tua] cessat? Mercede alia non bibam. 
Quaecumque Venus te domat, ignibus erubescendis non adurit, amoreque ingenuo semper peccas. 
Quicquid habes, age, [in meis] auribus tutis depone. 
A! Miser! Quanta Charybdi laborabas, [o] puer flamma meliore digne. Quae saga, quis magus venenis Thessalis, quis deus poterit te solvere? Pegasus vix te ‹Chimaera triformi illigatum› expediet.     
[Revised March 27, 2015]

original words:

Nātīs in ūsum laetitiae scyphīs
pugnāre Thrācum est; tollite barbārum
   mōrem verēcundumque Bacchum
        sanguineīs prohibēte rīxīs.
vīnō et lucernīs Mēdus acīnacēs
immāne quantum discrepat; impium
   lēnīte clāmōrem, sodālēs,
        et cubitō remanēte pressō.
vultis sevērī mē quoque sūmere
partem Falernī? dīcat Opuntiae
   frāter Megyllae quō beātus
        vulnere, quā pereat sagittā.
cessat voluntās? nōn aliā bibam
mercēde. quae tē cumque domat Venus
   nōn ērubescendīs adūrit
        ignibus ingenuōque semper
amōre peccās. quicquid habēs, age,
dēpōne tūtīs auribus. ā! miser,
   quantā labōrābās Charybdī,
        digne puer meliōre flammā.
quae sāga, quis tē solvere Thessalīs
magus venēnīs, quis poterit deus?
   vix illigātum tē triformī

        Pēgasus expediet Chimaerā.

:: Latin books by James Rumford ::

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