All about the cup is spread the soft acanthus, a miracle of varied
work, {6} a thing for thee to marvel on. For this bowl I paid to a
Calydonian ferryman a goat and a great white cream cheese. Never has
its lip touched mine, but it still lies maiden for me. Gladly with
this cup would I gain thee to my desire, if thou, my friend, wilt
sing me that delightful song. Nay, I grudge it thee not at all.
Begin, my friend, for be sure thou canst in no wise carry thy song
with thee to Hades, that puts all things out of mind!

The Song of Thyrsis.

Begin, ye Muses dear, begin the pastoral song! Thyrsis of Etna am I,
and this is the voice of Thyrsis. Where, ah! where were ye when
Daphnis was languishing; ye Nymphs, where were ye? By Peneus's
beautiful dells, or by dells of Pindus? for surely ye dwelt not by
the great stream of the river Anapus, nor on the watch-tower of Etna,
nor by the sacred water of Acis.

Begin, ye Muses dear, begin the pastoral song!

For him the jackals, for him the wolves did cry; for him did even the
lion out of the forest lament. Kine and bulls by his feet right
many, and heifers plenty, with the young calves bewailed him.

Begin, ye Muses dear, begin the pastoral song!

Came Hermes first from the hill, and said, 'Daphnis, who is it that
torments thee; child, whom dost thou love with so great desire?' The
neatherds came, and the shepherds; the goatherds came: all they
asked what ailed him. Came also Priapus, -