[Homer], Homeric Hymns 2. To Demeter

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Homeric Hymns


Δήμητρ᾿ ἠΰκομον σεμνὴν θεὸν ἄρχομ᾿ ἀείδειν, αὐτὴν ἠδὲ θύγατρα τανίσφυρον, ἣν Ἀϊδωνεύς ἥρπαξεν, δῶκεν δὲ βαρύκτυπος εὐρύοπα Ζεύς, νόσφιν Δήμητρος χρυσαόρου ἀγλαοκάρπου 5παίζουσαν κούρηισι σὺν Ὠκεανοῦ βαθυκόλποις ἄνθεά τ᾿ αἰνυμένην ῥόδα καὶ κρόκον ἠδ᾿ ἴα καλά λειμῶν᾿ ἂμ μαλακὸν καὶ ἀγαλλίδας ἠδ᾿ ὑάκινθον νάρκισσόν θ᾿, ὃν φῦσε δόλον καλυκώπιδι κούρηι Γαῖα Διὸς βουλῆισι, χαριζομένη Πολυδέκτηι, 10θαυμαστὸν γανόωντα, σέβας τό γε πᾶσιν ἰδέσθαι ἀθανάτοις τε θεοῖς ἠδὲ θνητοῖς ἀνθρώποις. τοῦ καὶ ἀπὸ ῥίζης ἑκατὸν κάρα ἐξεπεφύκει κηώδης τ᾿ ὀδμή· πᾶς δ᾿ οὐρανὸς εὐρὺς ὕπερθεν γαῖά τε πᾶσ᾿ ἐγέλασσε καὶ ἁλμυρὸν οἶδμα θαλάσσης.

15ἣ δ᾿ ἄρα θαμβήσασ᾿ ὠρέξατο χερσὶν ἅμ᾿ ἄμφω καλὸν ἄθυρμα λαβεῖν· χάνε δὲ χθὼν εὐρυάγυια Νύσιον ἂμ πεδίον, τῆι ὄρουσεν ἄναξ Πολυδέγμων ἵπποις ἀθανάτοισι, Κρόνου πολυώνυμος υἱός. ἁρπάξας δ᾿ ἀέκουσαν ἐπὶ χρυσέοισιν ὄχοισιν 20ἦγ᾿ ὀλοφυρομένην· ἰάχησε δ᾿ ἄρ᾿ ὄρθια φωνῆι κεκλομένη πατέρα Κρονίδην ὕπατον καὶ ἄριστον. οὐδέ τις ἀθανάτων οὐδὲ θνητῶν ἀνθρώπων

  • 1θεὸν Voss: θεὰν M
  • 2τανίσφυρον Richardson: τανύ- M
  • 10τό γε Goodwin: τότε II1 M
  • 13κηώδης τ᾿ Ludwich: κῶδιστ᾿ M

2. To Demeter

2. To Demeter

Of Demeter the lovely-haired, the august goddess first I sing, of her and her slender-ankled daughter, whom Aïdoneus2 seized by favor of heavy-booming, wide-sounding Zeus as she frolicked, away from Demeter of the golden sword and resplendent fruit, with the deep-bosomed daughters of Ocean, picking flowers across the soft meadow, roses and saffron and lovely violets, iris and hyacinth, and narcissus, that Earth put forth as a snare for the maiden with eyes like buds by the will of Zeus, as a favor to the Hospitable One.3 It shone wondrously, an aweinspiring thing to see both for the immortal gods and for mortal men. From its root a hundred heads grew out, and a perfumed odor; the whole broad sky above and the whole earth smiled, and the salty swell of the sea.

In amazement she reached out with both hands to take the pretty plaything. But the broad-wayed earth gaped open on the plain of Nysa,4 and there the Hospitable Lord rushed forth with his immortal steeds, Kronos’ son whose names are many. Seizing her by force, he began to drive her off on his golden chariot, with her wailing and screaming as she called on her father Zeus, the highest and noblest. But no one heard her voice, none of the immortals

DOI: 10.4159/DLCL.homeric_hymns_2_demeter.2003