Muses
- Hesiodus, Theogonia,
1-104:
- Let us begin our song from the Heliconian Muses, who live
on the great and holy mountain of Helicon, and dance with
their tender feet around the violet-coloured spring and
the altar of the mighty son of Cronos. When they have
washed their soft bodies in Permessus, or in the Spring
of the Horse, or in sacred Olmeius, they begin to make
their beautiful, lovely dances on the top of Helicon,
stepping strongly with their feet. From there they fly
up, covered in a thick mist, [10] and go about in the
night, singing with most beautiful voices, hymning Zeus
the aegis-bearer and noble Argive Hera who walks on
golden sandals, and grey-eyed Athena, daughter of the
aegis-bearing Zeus, and Phoebus Apollo and Artemis who
delights in arrows, and Poseidon who holds and shakes the
earth, and revered Themis, and Aphrodite with her curling
glances, and golden-wreathed Hebe and beautiful Dione,
and Leto and Iapetus and Cronos the subtle counsellor,
and Eos and great Helios and bright Selene, [20] and
Earth and great Oceanus and black Night, and the holy
race of all the other everlasting immortals.
- It was the Muses who once taught Hesiod beautiful song,
while he was shepherding his lambs under holy Helicon.
The first word spoken to me by the goddesses, the
Olympian Muses, daughters of aegis-bearing Zeus, was
this:
- 'Shepherds of the wild, shameful creatures, nothing but
bellies, we know how to speak many false things as if
they were true, and we know, when we wish, how to utter
true things as well.'
- So spoke the ready-voiced daughters of the great Zeus.
[30] And they picked and gave me a rod, a shoot of
flourishing laurel, a wonderful thing; and they breathed
into me a heavenly voice, so I might celebrate things to
come and things past. They commanded me to hymn the race
of blessed everlasting gods, and always to sing of
themselves, the Muses, both first and last. But why
should I tell all this about oak or rock?
- Come then, let us begin from the Muses, whose hymns
delight the great heart of Zeus their father in Olympus,
speaking of what is, what will be, and what has been,
agreeing with their voices. Their sweet sound flows
tireless [40] from their mouths, and the home of their
father, Zeus the loud thunderer, rejoices at the goddesses'
lily-like voice as it is scattered. The peaks of snuwy
Olympus and the homes of the gods resound. Uttering their
immortal voice they praise first in song the revered race
of gods from the beginning, the gods whose parents were
Earth and broad Heaven, and the gods who were born from
them, givers of good gifts. Next, as they begin and as
they end their song, they hymn Zeus, father of gods and
men, saying how much he is the greatest and strongest of
the gods. [50] And then they hymn the race of men and
strong Giants, and delight the heart of Zeus in Olympus,
they, the Olympian Muses, daughters of aegis-bearing
Zeus.
- It was Memory, who rules the hills of Eleuther, who bore
them of her union with the father, the son of Cronos, as
a way of forgetting evils and an intermission of
sufferings. Nine times, at night, wise Zeus mingled with
her, going into her holy bed far away from the immortal
gods. But when a year had passed, and the season came
round as the months waned, and many days were
accomplished, [60] she bore nine daughters, all of like
mind, the concern of whose hearts is song, and whose
spirit is free of care, a little way from the highest
peak of snowy Olympus. There are their gleaming
dance-places and beautiful homes. With them the Graces
and Desire live in joyous festivities. And uttering
through their mouths a lovely voice, they sing in praise
of the customs of all and the noble practices of the
immortals, uttering a most lovely sound. Then they went
to Olympus, rejoicing in their beautiful voice, with
undying song and dance: the dark earth rang about them
[70] as they sang their hymn, and a lovely clamour rose
from beneath their feet as they went to their father. He
it is that reigns in heaven, holding the lightning and
the glittering thunderbolt, having conquered his father
Cronos by his strength. And he distributed everything
fairly to each of the immortals and announced their
prerogatives.
- Of these things, then, the Muses sang, the Muses who live
on Olympus, the nine daughters begotten by great Zeus --
Clio, Euterpe, Thalia, Melpomene, Terpsichore, Erato,
Polhymnia, Ourania and Calliope: she is the most eminent
of them all, [80] for she ministers to revered kings. Any
of the god-nourished kings whom daughters of great Zeus
honour, and look upon at his birth, upon his tongue they
put a sweet dew, and from his mouth flow gentle words.
All the people look to him as he apportions judgements
with righteous justice; and with sure speech he quickly
puts an end, with understanding, to even a great quarrel.
That is why kings are wise-minded, for when the people in
their assemblies fall into error, they turns things to
right again [90] with ease, persuading the people with
soft words. As he goes through an assembly they greet him
with gentle reverence, like a god, and he is pre-eminent
among the company. Such is the sacred gift of the Muses
to men. For it is through the Muses and far-shooting
Apollo that there are singers and players of the kithara
upon the earth, and through Zeus that there are kings. He
whom the Muses love is happy, for a sweet voice flows
from his mouth. For if someone has grief in his
new-troubled spirit, and is in fear, distressed in his
heart, still, when a singer [100] servant of the Muses,
hymns the glories of men of the past and of the blessed
gods who live on Olympus, at once he forgets his miseries
and remembers his troubles no more: the gifts of the
goddesses swiftly turn him another way.
- Hail, chidren of Zeus! Give me a lovely song.
(Barker 1984: 34-36.)
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