经典 · 公元前8世纪
The Odyssey
第二卷 — 求婚者安提诺俄斯嘲讽珀涅罗珀的织布之计(节选)
Elusive of the bridal day, she gives
Fond hopes to all, and all with hopes deceives.
Did not the sun, through heaven’s wide azure roll’d,
For three long years the royal fraud behold?
While she, laborious in delusion, spread
The spacious loom, and mix’d the various thread:
“Though cold in death Ulysses breathes no more,
Cease yet awhile to urge the bridal hour:
Cease, till to great Laertes I bequeath
A task of grief, his ornaments of death.
Lest when the Fates his royal ashes claim,
The Grecian matrons taint my spotless fame.”
The work she plied; but, studious of delay,
By night reversed the labours of the day.
While thrice the sun his annual journey made,
The conscious lamp the midnight fraud survey’d;
Unheard, unseen, three years her arts prevail;
The fourth her maid unfolds the amazing tale.
Then urged, she perfects her illustrious toils;
A wondrous monument of female wiles!
亚历山大·蒲柏(Alexander Pope)1725年韵文译本。蒲柏使用“尤利西斯”(Ulysses),即奥德修斯的罗马名。· 公共版权(已进入公共领域)