of the nature of things-第1章
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Of The Nature of Things
by Lucretius ＇Titus Lucretius Carus＇
Translated by William Ellery Leonard
BOOK I
PROEM
Mother of Rome； delight of Gods and men；
Dear Venus that beneath the gliding stars
Makest to teem the many…voyaged main
And fruitful lands… for all of living things
Through thee alone are evermore conceived；
Through thee are risen to visit the great sun…
Before thee； Goddess； and thy coming on；
Flee stormy wind and massy cloud away；
For thee the daedal Earth bears scented flowers；
For thee waters of the unvexed deep
Smile； and the hollows of the serene sky
Glow with diffused radiance for thee！
For soon as comes the springtime face of day；
And procreant gales blow from the West unbarred；
First fowls of air； smit to the heart by thee；
Foretoken thy approach； O thou Divine；
And leap the wild herds round the happy fields
Or swim the bounding torrents。 Thus amain；
Seized with the spell； all creatures follow thee
Whithersoever thou walkest forth to lead；
And thence through seas and mountains and swift streams；
Through leafy homes of birds and greening plains；
Kindling the lure of love in every breast；
Thou bringest the eternal generations forth；
Kind after kind。 And since 'tis thou alone
Guidest the Cosmos； and without thee naught
Is risen to reach the shining shores of light；
Nor aught of joyful or of lovely born；
Thee do I crave co…partner in that verse
Which I presume on Nature to compose
For Memmius mine； whom thou hast willed to be
Peerless in every grace at every hour…
Wherefore indeed； Divine one； give my words
Immortal charm。 Lull to a timely rest
O'er sea and land the savage works of war；
For thou alone hast power with public peace
To aid mortality； since he who rules
The savage works of battle； puissant Mars；
How often to thy bosom flings his strength
O'ermastered by the eternal wound of love…
And there； with eyes and full throat backward thrown；
Gazing； my Goddess； open…mouthed at thee；
Pastures on love his greedy sight； his breath
Hanging upon thy lips。 Him thus reclined
Fill with thy holy body； round； above！
Pour from those lips soft syllables to win
Peace for the Romans； glorious Lady； peace！
For in a season troublous to the state
Neither may I attend this task of mine
With thought untroubled； nor mid such events
The illustrious scion of the Memmian house
Neglect the civic cause。
Whilst human kind
Throughout the lands lay miserably crushed
Before all eyes beneath Religion… who
Would show her head along the region skies；
Glowering on mortals with her hideous face…
A Greek it was who first opposing dared
Raise mortal eyes that terror to withstand；
Whom nor the fame of Gods nor lightning's stroke
Nor threatening thunder of the ominous sky
Abashed； but rather chafed to angry zest
His dauntless heart to be the first to rend
The crossbars at the gates of Nature old。
And thus his will and hardy wisdom won；
And forward thus he fared afar； beyond
The flaming ramparts of the world； until
He wandered the unmeasurable All。
Whence he to us； a conqueror； reports
What things can rise to being； what cannot；
And by what law to each its scope prescribed；
Its boundary stone that clings so deep in Time。
Wherefore Religion now is under foot；
And us his victory now exalts to heaven。
I know how hard it is in Latian verse
To tell the dark discoveries of the Greeks；
Chiefly because our pauper…speech must find
Strange terms to fit the strangeness of the thing；
Yet worth of thine and the expected joy
Of thy sweet friendship do persuade me on
To bear all toil and wake the clear nights through；
Seeking with what of words and what of song
I may at last most gloriously uncloud
For thee the light beyond； wherewith to view
The core of being at the centre hid。
And for the rest； summon to judgments true；
Unbusied ears and singleness of mind
Withdrawn from cares； lest these my gifts； arranged
For thee with eager service； thou disdain
Before thou comprehendest： since for thee
I prove the supreme law of Gods and sky；
And the primordial germs of things unfold；
Whence Nature all creates； and multiplies
And fosters all； and whither she resolves
Each in the end when each is overthrown。
This ultimate stock we have devised to name
Procreant atoms； matter； seeds of things；
Or primal bodies； as primal to the world。
I fear perhaps thou deemest that we fare
An impious road to realms of thought profane；
But 'tis that same religion oftener far
Hath bred the foul impieties of men：
As once at Aulis； the elected chiefs；
Foremost of heroes； Danaan counsellors；
Defiled Diana's altar； virgin queen；
With Agamemnon's daughter； foully slain。
She felt the chaplet round her maiden locks
And fillets； fluttering down on either cheek；
And at the altar marked her grieving sire；
The priests beside him who concealed the knife；
And all the folk in tears at sight of her。
With a dumb terror and a sinking knee
She dropped； nor might avail her now that first
'Twas she who gave the king a father's name。
They raised her up； they bore the trembling girl
On to the altar… hither led not now
With solemn rites and hymeneal choir；
But sinless woman； sinfully foredone；
A parent felled her on her bridal day；
Making his child a sacrificial beast
To give the ships auspicious winds for Troy：
Such are the crimes to which Religion leads。
And there shall come the time when even thou；
Forced by the soothsayer's terror…tales； shalt seek
To break from us。 Ah； many a dream even now
Can they concoct to rout thy plans of life；
And trouble all thy fortunes with base fears。
I own with reason： for； if men but knew
Some fixed end to ills； they would be strong
By some device unconquered to withstand
Religions and the menacings of seers。
But now nor skill nor instrument is theirs；
Since men must dread eternal pains in death。
For what the soul may be they do not know；
Whether 'tis born； or enter in at birth；
And whether； snatched by death； it die with us；
Or visit the shadows and the vasty caves
Of Orcus； or by some divine decree
Enter the brute herds； as our Ennius sang；
Who first from lovely Helicon brought down
A laurel wreath of bright perennial leaves；
Renowned forever among the Italian clans。
Yet Ennius too in everlasting verse
Proclaims those vaults of Acheron to be；
Though thence； he said； nor souls nor bodies fare；
But only phantom figures； strangely wan；
And tells how once from out those regions rose
Old Homer's ghost to him and shed salt tears
And with his words unfolded Nature's source。
Then be it ours with steady mind to clasp
The purport of the skies… the law behind
The wandering courses of the sun and moon；
To scan the powers that speed all life below；
But most to see with reasonable eyes
Of what the mind； of what the soul is made；
And what it is so terrible that breaks
On us asleep； or waking in disease；
Until we seem to mark and hear at hand
Dead men whose bones earth bosomed long ago。
SUBSTANCE IS ETERNAL
This terror； then； this darkness of the mind；
Not sunrise with its flaring spokes of light；
Nor glittering arrows of morning can disperse；
But only Nature's aspect and her law；
Which； teaching us； hath this exordium：
Nothing from nothing ever yet was born。
Fear holds dominion over mortality
Only because； seeing in land and sky
So much the cause whereof no wise they know；
Men think Divinities are working there。
Meantime； when once we know from nothing still
Nothing can be create； we shall divine
More clearly what we seek： those elements
From which alone all things created are；
And how accomplished by no tool of Gods。
Suppose all sprang from all things： any kind
Might take its origin from any thing；
No fixed seed required。 Men from the sea
Might rise； and from the land the scaly breed；
And； fowl full fledged come bursting from the sky；
The horned cattle； the herds and all the wild
Would haunt with varying offspring tilth and waste；
Nor would the same fruits keep their olden trees；
But each might grow from any stock or limb
By chance and change。 Indeed； and were there not
For each its procreant atoms； could things have
Each its unalterable mother old？
