the georgics-第14章
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And mellowing on the tongue the wine…god's fire。
But when the swarms fly aimlessly abroad;
Disport themselves in heaven and spurn their cells;
Leaving the hive unwarmed; from such vain play
Must you refrain their volatile desires;
Nor hard the task: tear off the monarchs' wings;
While these prove loiterers; none beside will dare
Mount heaven; or pluck the standards from the camp。
Let gardens with the breath of saffron flowers
Allure them; and the lord of Hellespont;
Priapus; wielder of the willow…scythe;
Safe in his keeping hold from birds and thieves。
And let the man to whom such cares are dear
Himself bring thyme and pine…trees from the heights;
And strew them in broad belts about their home;
No hand but his the blistering task should ply;
Plant the young slips; or shed the genial showers。
And I myself; were I not even now
Furling my sails; and; nigh the journey's end;
Eager to turn my vessel's prow to shore;
Perchance would sing what careful husbandry
Makes the trim garden smile; of Paestum too;
Whose roses bloom and fade and bloom again;
How endives glory in the streams they drink;
And green banks in their parsley; and how the gourd
Twists through the grass and rounds him to paunch;
Nor of Narcissus had my lips been dumb;
That loiterer of the flowers; nor supple…stemmed
Acanthus; with the praise of ivies pale;
And myrtles clinging to the shores they love。
For 'neath the shade of tall Oebalia's towers;
Where dark Galaesus laves the yellowing fields;
An old man once I mind me to have seen…
From Corycus he came… to whom had fallen
Some few poor acres of neglected land;
And they nor fruitful' neath the plodding steer;
Meet for the grazing herd; nor good for vines。
Yet he; the while his meagre garden…herbs
Among the thorns he planted; and all round
White lilies; vervains; and lean poppy set;
In pride of spirit matched the wealth of kings;
And home returning not till night was late;
With unbought plenty heaped his board on high。
He was the first to cull the rose in spring;
He the ripe fruits in autumn; and ere yet
Winter had ceased in sullen ire to rive
The rocks with frost; and with her icy bit
Curb in the running waters; there was he
Plucking the rathe faint hyacinth; while he chid
Summer's slow footsteps and the lagging West。
Therefore he too with earliest brooding bees
And their full swarms o'erflowed; and first was he
To press the bubbling honey from the comb;
Lime…trees were his; and many a branching pine;
And all the fruits wherewith in early bloom
The orchard…tree had clothed her; in full tale
Hung there; by mellowing autumn perfected。
He too transplanted tall…grown elms a…row;
Time…toughened pear; thorns bursting with the plum
And plane now yielding serviceable shade
For dry lips to drink under: but these things;
Shut off by rigorous limits; I pass by;
And leave for others to sing after me。
Come; then; I will unfold the natural powers
Great Jove himself upon the bees bestowed;
The boon for which; led by the shrill sweet strains
Of the Curetes and their clashing brass;
They fed the King of heaven in Dicte's cave。
Alone of all things they receive and hold
Community of offspring; and they house
Together in one city; and beneath
The shelter of majestic laws they live;
And they alone fixed home and country know;
And in the summer; warned of coming cold;
Make proof of toil; and for the general store
Hoard up their gathered harvesting。 For some
Watch o'er the victualling of the hive; and these
By settled order ply their tasks afield;
And some within the confines of their home
Plant firm the comb's first layer; Narcissus' tear;
And sticky gum oozed from the bark of trees;
Then set the clinging wax to hang therefrom。
Others the while lead forth the full…grown young;
Their country's hope; and others press and pack
The thrice repured honey; and stretch their cells
To bursting with the clear…strained nectar sweet。
Some; too; the wardship of the gates befalls;
Who watch in turn for showers and cloudy skies;
Or ease returning labourers of their load;
Or form a band and from their precincts drive
The drones; a lazy herd。 How glows the work!
How sweet the honey smells of perfumed thyme
Like the Cyclopes; when in haste they forge
From the slow…yielding ore the thunderbolts;
Some from the bull's…hide bellows in and out
Let the blasts drive; some dip i' the water…trough
The sputtering metal: with the anvil's weight
Groans Etna: they alternately in time
With giant strength uplift their sinewy arms;
Or twist the iron with the forceps' grip…
Not otherwise; to measure small with great;
The love of getting planted in their breasts
Goads on the bees; that haunt old Cecrops' heights;
Each in his sphere to labour。 The old have charge
To keep the town; and build the walled combs;
And mould the cunning chambers; but the youth;
Their tired legs packed with thyme; come labouring home
Belated; for afar they range to feed
On arbutes and the grey…green willow…leaves;
And cassia and the crocus blushing red;
Glue…yielding limes; and hyacinths dusky…eyed。
One hour for rest have all; and one for toil:
With dawn they hurry from the gates… no room
For loiterers there: and once again; when even
Now bids them quit their pasturing on the plain;
Then homeward make they; then refresh their strength:
A hum arises: hark! they buzz and buzz
About the doors and threshold; till at length
Safe laid to rest they hush them for the night;
And welcome slumber laps their weary limbs。
But from the homestead not too far they fare;
When showers hang like to fall; nor; east winds nigh;
Confide in heaven; but 'neath the city walls
Safe…circling fetch them water; or essay
Brief out…goings; and oft weigh…up tiny stones;
As light craft ballast in the tossing tide;
Wherewith they poise them through the cloudy vast。
This law of life; too; by the bees obeyed;
Will move thy wonder; that nor sex with sex
Yoke they in marriage; nor yield their limbs to love;
Nor know the pangs of labour; but alone
From leaves and honied herbs; the mothers; each;
Gather their offspring in their mouths; alone
Supply new kings and pigmy commonwealth;
And their old court and waxen realm repair。
Oft; too; while wandering; against jagged stones
Their wings they fray; and 'neath the burden yield
Their liberal lives: so deep their love of flowers;
So glorious deem they honey's proud acquist。
Therefore; though each a life of narrow span;
Ne'er stretched to summers more than seven; befalls;
Yet deathless doth the race endure; and still
Perennial stands the fortune of their line;
From grandsire unto grandsire backward told。
Moreover; not Aegyptus; nor the realm
Of boundless Lydia; no; nor Parthia's hordes;
Nor Median Hydaspes; to their king
Do such obeisance: lives the king unscathed;
One will inspires the million: is he dead;
Snapt is the bond of fealty; they themselves
Ravage their toil…wrought honey; and rend amain
Their own comb's waxen trellis。 He is the lord
Of all their labour; him with awful eye
They reverence; and with murmuring throngs surround;
In crowds attend; oft shoulder him on high;
Or with their bodies shield him in the fight;
And seek through showering wounds a glorious death。
Led by these tokens; and with such traits to guide;
Some say that unto bees a share is given
Of the Divine Intelligence; and to drink
Pure draughts of ether; for God permeates all…
Earth; and wide ocean; and the vault of heaven…
From whom flocks; herds; men; beasts of every kind;
Draw each at birth the fine essential flame