Beware of brothers, relatives, and dear friends: that crowd offers you true cause for fear. and orders Aeolus’s winds to carry them into the void. they say he greatly feared the aged Centaur. Then what’s rarest in our age appears to our minds. and said to her: ‘Why mar your tender cheeks with tears? there was a white bull, glory of the herd. lift it, and raise it carefully from the dusty earth: Straightaway, the prize for service, if she allows it. he wanted, and trembled greatly in his silent heart. And the law-courts (who’d believe it?) one to be with just once, or one you might wish to keep. knows the waters where the most fish spawn: You too, who search for the essence of lasting love. Romulus, alone, knew what was fitting for soldiers: I’ll be a soldier, if you give me what suits me. Not from my rules your eloquence will come: desire her enough, you’ll be fluent yourself. D. Robathan "Ovid in the Middle Ages" in Binns, Ovid (London 1973) L.P Wilkinson, Ovid Recalled (Duckworth 1955) William Turpin (2016). I’ve done, but there’s diversity in women’s. simply placed, was all the artless scene: The audience sat on tiers made from turf. A strong letter often causes her displeasure. She shook, like a slender stalk of wheat stirred by the wind. To whom the god said: ‘See, I come, more faithful in love: have no fear: Cretan, you’ll be bride to Bacchus. So it happens that she who fears to trust an honest man. from under Venus’s temple, made of marble. The more he pierces me, the more violently he burns me. Still, while she’s giving and taking messages. Ovid - The Amores Book I - in a new freely downloadable translation Spinning’s not your work: your search for fame’s through Pallas’s other arts. his tigers: the sand yielded under his feet: clasped in his arms (she had no power to struggle). and suffers as harmful evils the cowardly delays. Her mind will be fit for love when she luxuriates. and supports the fire with which he is inflamed. Hercules was a child when he crushed two serpents. IF there be anyone among you who is ignorant of the art of loving, let him read this poem and, having read it and acquired the knowledge it contains, let him address himself to Love. But hunt for them, especially, at the tiered theatre: that place is the most fruitful for your needs. Let all lovers be pale: it’s the colour fitting for love: it suits, though fools have thought it of no value. External links. Ars amatoria comprises three books of mock-didactic elegiacs on the art of seduction and intrigue. But let your powers be hidden, don’t display your eloquence: let irksome words vanish from your speech. Who, but a mindless fool, declaims to his sweet friend? This is Julian May's translation of Ovid's 'erotic' works: The Amores (the Loves), Ars Amatoria (the Art of Love), Remedia Amoris (The Cure for Love) and the fragmentary Medicamina Faciei Feminae (Women's Facial Cosmetics). Tiphys in Thessaly was steersman of the Argo. Let the joyous lover set the laurel crown upon my brow and raise me to a loftier pinnacle than Hesiod of Ascra or the blind old bard of Mæonia. And you who seek the athlete’s crown, you too. for me to describe the wicked tricks of whores. Behold, now Caesar’s planning to add to our rule. When, lately, Caesar, in mock naval battle. Deceive deceivers: for the most part an impious tribe: let them fall themselves into the traps they’ve set. Match. I make those Armenians, that’s Persia’s Danaan crown: that was a town in the hills of Achaemenia. you join here there also, lingering, as a friend: now make as if to lead the way, now drop behind. and the more foreign the more they capture the heart? would be ashamed if all your body was white. Conditions and Exceptions apply. in time the horse learns to suffer the bridle: the curved plough’s lost to the endless furrow. and their fierce father stands, with out-stretched sword. Loading... Unsubscribe from Latein Rezitation? 25 “Sit modus exilio,” dixit “iustissime Minos: Accipiat cineres terra paterna meos. for her brother, and bravely punished herself with the noose? and heavy harrow, underneath the heavens. I am Love’s teacher as Chiron was Achilles’s. Just as she was, from sleep, veiled by her loose robe. It’s not always safe to capture tender girls: If her birthday’s here, or the April Kalends. if by chance a speck of dust falls in the girl’s lap. Spell. and set a hollow stool beneath her tender feet. If she’s wandering at leisure in the spacious Colonnade. in one case you’re a prize for her mistress, in the other herself. so much the fitter am I to avenge the wounds. Da reditum puero, senis est si gratia vilis: 30 Si non vis puero parcere, parce seni.” Dixerat haec; sed et haec et multo plura licebat Dicere: regressus non dabat ille viro. Why continually smooth your hair, you foolish woman? There you’ll find one to love, or one you can play with. sister projects: Wikipedia article, Commons category, Wikidata item. If she wants to read, she’ll want to answer what she’s read: such things proceed by number and by measure. Jupiter went as a suppliant to the heroines of old: If you find she disdains the advent of your prayerful sighs. So, on, and never hesitate in hoping for any woman: there’s hardly one among them who’ll deny you. curbing his team of tigers, with golden reins: the girl’s voice and colour and Theseus all lost: three times she tried to run, three times fear held her back. Though he’s below you or beside you, let him always be served first: don’t hesitate to second whatever he says. Ovid's Erotic Poems offers a modern English translation of the Amores and Ars Amatoria that retains the irreverent wit and verve of the original. Your’s to play the lover, imitate wounds with words: use whatever skill you have to win her belief. Now the lovely goddess had given her fatal bribe. in the brazen bull: the unhappy creator was first to fill his work. It’s a mistake to think that only farmers working the fields. for that husband of hers: Minos was ousted by a bull. No bad breath exhaled from unwholesome mouth: don’t offend the nose like a herdsman or his flock. In one case, fresh from bed, she’ll get busy, in another be tardy. It’s true Love’s wild, and one who often flouts me: but he’s a child of tender years, fit to be ruled. from Livia its creator, full of old masters: or where the daring Danaids prepare to murder their poor husbands. Then no awnings hung from the marble theatre. Phoenix, Amyntor’s son wept out of sightless eyes: Hippolytus was torn by his fear-maddened horses. Latein-Nachhilfe muss nicht sein: Spelator- Latein für Hoffnungslose! History of Love, by Charles Hopkins Ovid's Amours. When I am waiting at the barbershop, I see many magazines about hair fashion. gives people many wounds, has many to give. Phoebe was taken by force: force was offered her sister: and both, when raped, were pleased with those who raped them. flowed with the blood poured from Roman wounds, or when the Sabbath day returns, the holy day. Why have a mirror with you, when you seek highland cattle? one small black mark set between his horns: it the sole blemish, the rest was milky-white. She’ll tell the time (the doctors would know it too). Cancel Unsubscribe. There’s chance in it: even if it favours the idea. Respiciunt, oculisque notant sibi quisque puellam 110 Quam velit, et tacito pectore multa movent. The wanton Satyrs, a crowd before the god: Behold! That’s my aim, that’s the ground my chariot will cover: that’s the post my thundering wheels will scrape. The grains of sand give way before the number. nor a nod of the head to tell you she accepts: You can sit by your lady: nothing’s forbidden. So far, riding her unequal wheels, the Muse has taught you. And Love will yield to me, though with his bow. and Trojan Paris snatched his girl from Greece. Why speak of Baiae, its shore splendid with sails. the stage wasn’t stained with saffron perfumes: Then what the shady Palatine provided, leaves. and a new case starts, his own cause is the brief. One mode won’t suit you for every age-group: the older hinds spot a trap from further off. Even the chaste like their beauty to be commended: her form to even the virgin’s pleasing and dear. From that I suppose came the theatres’ usual customs: now too they remain a snare for the beautiful. Often at that time girls captivated men’s wits. This work may be freely reproduced, stored and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose. Secret love’s just as pleasing to women as men. So on the sacred bed the god and his bride meet. Site also includes wide selection of works by other authors. If tears (they don’t always come at the right time). is pleased, and finds wickedness is a tribute. hearts: a thousand minds require a thousand methods. The frantic Cretan girl wandered the unknown sands. Now striking her sweet breast with her hands, again and again. then the tender Kid is merged with the ocean wave: it’s best to hold off then: then he who trusts the deep. the poor things will straightaway mistrust themselves. and Venus was in the vine, flame in the fire. Whoever you are, lovers everywhere, attend, with humble minds. and don’t let the wind blow my words out to sea: follow the thing through or don’t attempt it: she’ll endure the whispers once she’s guilty herself. The Rijksmuseum. she called, for cruel Theseus, to the unhearing waves. no sloppy feet for you, swimming in loose hide: don’t mar your neat hair with an evil haircut: let an expert hand trim your head and beard. delay the thing: then winter’s harsh, the Pleiades are here. But hide it well: if the informer’s well hidden. Now, there, I've done; my pleasant task is o’er. They sprang up straightaway, showing their intent by shouting. Test. fail you, touch your eyes with a wet hand. and a boy wages war’s un-boy-like agenda. Let your mistress’s birthday be one of great terror to you: that’s a black day when anything has to be given. Never weary of praising her face, her hair. Who would not weep at Corinthian Creusa’s flames. no voice from a heavenly bird gives me advice, I never caught sight of Clio or Clio’s sisters. Leave that to those who celebrate Cybele the Mother, Male beauty’s better for neglect: Theseus. Though well aware of the importance of the distinction to be made between Ovid and the praeceptor (a distinction that Ovid himself emphasises in Tristia 2), I use the word ‘Ovid’ for the most part in this paper rather than ‘the praeceptor ’ for the sake of stylistic convenience. and who see wounds, themselves receive a wound. So the day will be, when you, beautiful one. and eagerly took possession of the women. You may accept or manage cookie usage at any time. Parthia , we’ll have vengeance: Crassus’s bust will cheer. O, be kinder to the ones who feign it, girls: true love will come, out of what was false. Dwight, 5.8. Automedon was skilled with Achilles’s chariot reins. by a wooden cow, and their offspring betrayed its breeding. However much you avoid it, she’ll still win: it’s. Divine genius grows faster than its years. is often to have given what they wanted, against their will. They watched, and each with his eye observed the girl. She spoke, and straightaway had her led from the vast herd. So go on, and send your letter’s flattering words. just for the cake, and how often it is her birthday, if she’s in need? © Copyright 2000-2020 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. and whose droplets take their name from the girl. Ovid, Tristia 4.10.57 10. and turned back his chariot and horses towards Dawn. Who hopes for that, hopes for apple-bearing tamarisks. Look, how she frisks before him in the tender grass: doubtless the foolish thing thinks that she’s lovely.’. and has plenty of true knowledge of her secret jests. drawing him to his gentle arms, as he lay there. Jupiter used to swear by the Styx, falsely, to Juno: now he looks favourably on his own example. The quarry that I was hot upon hath fallen into my toils. can be won: you’ll win her, if you only set your snares. don’t smooth your legs with sharp pumice stone. to puff up her cushion with a dextrous touch. The Court of Love, a tale from Chaucer. Book I Part XI: Don’t Forget Her Birthday! Venus appointed me as guide to gentle Love: I’ll be known as Love’s Tiphys, and Automedon. it will be thought excessive wine’s to blame. real child-brides will come before your eyes: if it’s young girls you want, thousands will please you. The number of times she killed rivals to please the gods, and said, holding the entrails: ‘Go, and please him for me!’. as birds in the hidden branches, stars in the sky: If you’d catch them very young and not yet grown. Ars amatoria, (Latin: “Art of Love”) poem by Ovid, published about 1 bce. woman’s role would be to take the part of the asker. Who did not find one he might love in that crowd? Ovid's Erotic Poems offers a modern English translation of the Amores and Ars Amatoria that retains the irreverent wit and verve of the original. here too, believe me, there’s an even greater crowd. and tempered his wild spirits through peaceful art. stick to your plan, and hope she’ll read it later. Pasiphae joyed in adultery with the bull: she hated the handsome heifers with jealousy. Now they all fear as one, but not with one face of fear: Some tear their hair: some sit there, all will lost: one mourns silently, another cries for her mother in vain: one moans, one faints: one stays, while that one runs: the captive girls were led away, a joyful prize. Yet he filled her, the king of the herd, deceived. What’s this, Aeacides? you’ll always secretly know your mistress’s mind. they suit love: a flame is often found in the noisy courts: where the Appian waters pulse into the air. as Methymna’s grapes, as fishes in the sea. The avenger’s here, the leader, proclaimed, of tender years. an Arcadian hound turn his back on a hare. as the rascal urges the mount on with his staff. Note: The Titles given for the sub-sections in the translation do not appear in the original Latin text, and have been added by the translator. Book II. Dai, as translator-cum-publisher, produced a serious translation with thorough footnotes and a scholarly preface (later added). presses rabid dogs down with her thighs and groin. 30 Stücke von Ovid: 12,90 E; Kontakt: spelator@gmx.de siehe auch: www.spelator.wg.vu. It’s true he quickly shakes out his damp feathers: though still the heart that’s sprinkled by love is hurt. And when wine has soaked Cupid’s drunken wings. and reckons to see to more than he was charged with. Why put on your finest clothes, Pasiphae? Though the tale’s known, it’s still worth repeating. the dimness of twilight. and he who guides others, fails to guide himself: in that place of eloquence often his words desert him. so it’s pleasant to have what someone else has started. they’re open: Venus steals in then with seductive art. © Copyright 2000-2020 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. no youth will be caught out being lead by me. Ovid: Ars Amatoria (The Art of Love) Trans. flattering though, speak as if you were present. And it’s good to raise a breeze with a light fan. and those standards wickedly laid low by barbarians. She, who is virgin, who hates Cupid’s darts. edn. While talking, touching hands, checking the programme. I don’t pick my way over sharp peaks and precipices. And speak well of your lady, speak well of the one she sleeps with: but silently in your thoughts wish the man ill. Then when the table’s cleared, the guests are free. While, to the measure of the homely Etruscan flute. The youth has too much faith in his own beauty. Then laughter comes, the poor man dons the horns. No need here for fingers to give secret messages. love it when necks are patted, manes are combed. So Troy was defended with sorrowful conflict: in joy, the Horse, pregnant with soldiers, was received. The Court of Love, a tale from Chaucer. Make promises: what harm can a promise do? Behold the suburban woodland temple of Diana. Whoever showed too much fight, and denied her lover. he held her clasped high to his loving heart. Small things please light minds: it’s very helpful. We use cookies for essential site functions and for social media integration. Ovid, Ars Amatoria 3, 133- 152: what hair dress fits a woman best. deserves to lose all that were granted too. Whether they give or not, they’re delighted to be asked: And even if you fail, you’ll escape unharmed. She won’t come falling for you out of thin air: the right girl has to be searched for: use your eyes. There Venus, from her neighbouring temples, laughs: he, who was once the counsel, now wants to be the client. The next task is to make sure that she likes you: the third, to see to it that the love will last. Book I Part III: Search while you’re out Walking, Book I Part V: Or at the Races, or the Circus, Book I Part VII: There’s always the Dinner-Table, Book I Part VIII: And Finally There’s the Beach. And though drunkenness is harmful, it’s useful to pretend: make your sly tongue stammer with lisping sounds. She’ll not give you away, sharing the guilt for the crime. Don’t skip the Memphite temple of the linen-clad heifer: she makes many a girl what she herself was to Jove. See if she’s close to her mistress’s thoughts. Why enumerate every female meeting place fit for the hunter? Chiron made the young Achilles perfect at the lyre. THE ART OF LOVE BOOK I. Ovid. he wounds my heart, shakes at me his burning torch. They many times ask for gifts, they never give in return: you lose, and you’ll get no thanks for your loss. with hidden words she’ll feel were spoken for her alone: and write sweet nothings in the film of wine. They say in Egypt the life-giving waters failed. Sacred Texts Classics Ovid Index Previous Next Buy this Book at Amazon.com. by A .S. when the sun’s in Leo, on the back of Hercules’s lion: or where Octavia added to her dead son Marcellus’s gifts, Don’t miss the Portico that takes its name. But why fail, when there’s pleasure in new delights. Don’t trust the treacherous lamplight overmuch: night and wine can harm your view of beauty. Learn. How you wish that brow of yours could bear horns! since the girl is touched through the rules of the place. and covered their shaggy hair, as best they could, with leaves. and calls the dice back endlessly into his eager hand. are good, olives there: this teems with healthy wheat. Remember Byblis, who burned with incestuous love. Old Silenus, barely astride his swaybacked mule. Your lover can appreciate none of your wealth. and fists far too ready for a rough fight. and the kingdom murder rules with guilty hand. the thin headband, the ankle-covering dress. golden, will go by, drawn by four snowy horses. the king gave the watched-for signal for the rape. I don’t demand you set your sails, and search. and to avoid offering your words to odious ears. then pain and sorrow leave, and wrinkled brows. and a neighbour’s herd always has richer milk. Judge jewellery, and fabric stained with purple. if her body pleases you as much as her zeal. All delight in what’s shameful: care only for their pleasures. Now find your reason for friendly conversation. By art the boat’s set gliding, with oar and sail. You’ll stand and exhort your troops with my words: I’ll speak of Parthian backs and Roman fronts. Wine rouses courage and is fit for passion: care flies, and deep drinking dilutes it. Race-horses between races on the testing course. Here one returning, his heart wounded, said: ‘That water’s not as healthy as they claim.’. History of Love, by Charles Hopkins Ovid's Amours. If you flee, to win, Parthia, what’s left for you in defeat? And she who might have been forced, and escapes unscathed. It’s no help if the bird escapes when its wings are limed: it’s no good if the boar gets free from a loosened net. Neatness pleases, a body tanned from exercise: no stiff shoe-thongs, your buckles free of rust. One of the author’s best-known works, it contributed to his downfall in 8 ce on allegations of immorality. echoed to the sound of cymbals and frenzied drums. you can reply to all, and more if she asks: and what you don’t know, reply as memory prompts. and as you take it, touch hers with your hand. This work may be freely reproduced, stored and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose. Ovid Translation. This is the work, the labour, to have her without giving first: and she’ll go on giving, lest she lose what she’s freely given. and looks for honey in the middle of the stream. Et quoniam in patria, fatis agitatus iniquis, Vivere non potui, da mihi posse mori. Author: Ovid: Original title: Ars amatoria: Country: Roman Empire: Language: Latin Venus and Adonis - Josse de Pape (Belgian, 1615 - 1646) Perseus brought Andromeda from darkest India. But Patroclus never disgraced Achilles’s bed: and how modest Phaedra was with Pirithous. The Bacchantes with loose streaming hair: Behold! She’s also to be tried when she’s wounded, pained by a rival: make it your task then to see that she’s avenged. Perhaps she’ll struggle, and then say ‘you’re wicked’: struggling she still wants, herself, to be conquered. How old were you, Bacchus, who are still a boy. New translations by A. S. Kline Amores, Ars Amatoria, Epistulae ex Ponto, Fasti, Heroides, Ibis, Medicamina Faciei Femineae, Metamorphoses, Remedia Amoris, Tristia with enhanced browsing facility, downloadable in HTML, PDF, or MS Word DOC formats. to command the wine to bring your head no harm. Now the first task for you who come as a raw recruit. To be honest, I am not interested at all. the innocent thing dragged under the arching yoke. : Turin, 1965) have more extensive apparatus and include the readings of Y. Some sing ‘O Hymenaeus’, some ‘Bacchus, euhoe!’. carried off Ariadne, without a single pin in his hair. How much short of your wish are you after that kiss? he carried her away: all’s easily possible to a god. though it’s a safe well-trodden path, it’s a crime. Book III . Ars Amatoria (The Art of Love) The Art of Love, Ars Amatoria, was written in 2AD as a series of elegies purporting to teach young men and women how to succeed in the game of lovemaking. 1–3 correct: You’re a Novice Office Ovid! Let your speech be credible, use ordinary words. Take the heavens for dowry: be seen as heavenly stars: and guide the anxious sailor often to your Cretan Crown.’, He spoke, and leapt from the chariot, lest she feared. No doubt as there’s a sort of shame in having started first. carrying their favourite food in their mouths. Don’t think it’s hard: each think’s herself desired: the very worst take’s pleasure in her looks. ("Agamemnon", "Hom. Where’s that force now? Ah me, it’s not safe to praise your love to a friend: if he believes your praise, he’ll steal her himself. And the Circus brings assistance to new love. Don’t be shy of promising: promises entice girls: add any gods you like as witness to what you swear. The cow lows to the bull in gentle pastures: the mare whinnies to the hoofed stallion. Book I In … and you’ll be greatly celebrated on my lips. and the hour makes whichever girl you like beautiful. First let faith enter into your mind: every one of them. that the waters of tiny sea-borne Dia showed. Him and him, they’re generals: and say what names they have. IV. Who takes a kiss, and doesn’t take the rest. Don’t forget the races, those noble stallions: the Circus holds room for a vast obliging crowd. and there’ll be nothing sinful in my song. then, whatever you say or do that seems too forward. What she asks, she fears: what she doesn’t ask, she wants. and shafts the enemy hurl from flying horses. To win her, ask her: she only wants to be asked: give her the cause and the beginning of your longing. Gravity. Provocative and light-hearted in tone, it caused offence, and was possibly a factor in, or at least an excuse for, Ovid’s later banishment by Augustus. Gods are useful: as they’re useful, let’s think they’re there: take wine and incense to the ancient altars: indifferent calm and it’s like, apathy, don’t chain them: live innocently: the divine is close at hand: pay what you owe, hold dutifully to agreements: commit no fraud: let your hands be free from blood. the throng will give you access to her and room. And no long nails, and make sure they’re dirt-free: and no hairs please, sprouting from your nostrils. Arte citae veloque rates remoque moventur, Then she should speak of you, and add persuasive words. Unyoke, for surely ’tis high time, the swans that have been harnessed this long while unto my car. Let it be your wish besides to please the girl’s husband: it’ll be more useful to you to make friends. now wreaths prepare! Shamefully, though he gave way to a mother’s prayer. And now, my fair young pupils, do as your youthful lovers did awhile ago; upon your trophies write, "Ovid was our master." Book III→ 1930 translation — SING, and sing again Io Pæan! 1965); F. W. Lenz’s two Paravia editions (Ars: Turin, 1969; Rem. It’s a safe well-trodden path to deceive in a friend’s name. Part of my task is left: part of the labour’s done. Award-winning poet Len Krisak captures the music of Ovid's richly textured Latin meters through rhyming couplets that render the verse as playful and agile as it was meant to be. Once steadfast you’ll conquer Penelope herself in time: you’ll see Troy captive, though it’s captured late. and swear you’re dying, crazed with love. Please refer to our Privacy Policy. The happy crowd of youths and girls will watch. Now the God in his chariot, wreathed with vines. and sailors, need to keep an eye on the season: Seed can’t always be trusted to the furrow. She fainted in terror, her next words were stifled: no sign of blood in her almost lifeless body. and all the peoples of the world were in the City? The generals will go before you, necks weighed down with chains. … of the Syrian Jews, less suitable for buying things. how the girl of Scyros mated Achilles the hero. While you’re still free, and can roam on a loose rein, pick one to whom you could say: ‘You alone please me.’. What’s harder than stone, softer than water? Orion wandered pale, for Side, in the woods. hide what you can with skill and ambiguous gestures. Book I. and trembled like a light reed in a marshy pool. that he doesn’t press her sweet back with his knee. That punishment will return on your own head. both wild boys, both children of a goddess. And applaud, the man who dances the girl’s part: When she rises, rise: while she’s sitting, sit: Don’t delight in curling your hair with tongs. as clear water undermines the hanging bank. And if she, among them, asks the name of a king. where the waters steam with sulphurous heat? Unfortunately my barbershop has no Donald Ducks to read, so I take a book with me in case I have to wait. Ah! he knows what valleys hide the angry boar: the wild-fowler knows the woods: the fisherman. Such a plan brings the greatest risk with it. Et fora conveniunt (quis credere possit?) Nevertheless, hair dress is an endless point of discussion amongst many women – not only now, … that delight in joining months, Venus’s to Mars, or if the Circus is decorated, not as before. If you’d please Minos, don’t seek out adulterers: If you want to cheat your husband, cheat with a man! She reads and won’t reply? That way the procurer procures far too much. If she won’t receive the letter, returns it un-read. A. S. Kline © Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved. We use cookies for essential site functions and for social media integration. The queen left her marriage bed for woods and fields. Myrrha loved her father, but not as a daughter should. Cowards, don’t count the birthdays of the gods: a Caesar’s courage flowers before its time. You may accept or manage cookie usage at any time. Agamemnon who escaped Mars on land, Neptune at sea. her elegant fingers, and her slender feet. Ovid. Be the first to snatch the cup that touched her lips. by what arts she’s caught, itself a work of highest art.

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