Met. 1.348Redditus orbis erat.The world was restored. Met. 1.348Quem postquam vīdit inānem
et dēsōlātās agere alta silentia terrās,
350Deucaliōn lacrimīs ita Pyrrham adfātur obortīs:
"Ō soror, ō coniūnx, ō fēmina sōla superstes,
quam commūne mihi genus et patruēlis orīgō,
deinde torus iūnxit, nunc ipsa perīcula iungunt,
terrārum, quāscumque vident occāsūs et ortūs,
355nōs duo turba sumus;When Deucalion saw it empty, and the desolate lands keeping deep silence, with tears welling up he addresses Pyrrha thus: 'O sister, O wife, O only woman left alive, whom common race and descent from brothers, then marriage joined to me, and now dangers themselves join, of all the lands that the setting and the rising sun see, we two are the whole crowd; Met. 1.355possēdit cētera pontus.the sea possesses the rest. Met. 1.356Haec quoque adhūc vītae nōn est fīdūcia nostrae
certa satis;Even now this assurance of our life is not certain enough; Met. 1.357terrent etiam nunc nūbila mentem.the clouds still terrify my mind. Met. 1.358Quis tibi, sī sine mē fātīs ērepta fuissēs,
nunc animus, miseranda, foret?What would your feelings be now, poor woman, if you had been snatched from the fates without me? Met. 1.359quō sōla timōrem
360ferre modo possēs?in what way could you bear your fear alone?
Met. 1.360quō cōnsōlante dolērēs?with whom to comfort you would you grieve? Met. 1.361Namque ego (crēde mihi) sī tē quoque pontus habēret,
tē sequerer, coniūnx, et mē quoque pontus habēret.For I (believe me), if the sea held you too, would follow you, my wife, and the sea would hold me too. Met. 1.363Ō utinam possim populōs reparāre paternīs
artibus atque animās fōrmātae īnfundere terrae!O, if only I could restore the peoples by my father's arts and pour souls into moulded earth! Met. 1.365Nunc genus in nōbīs restat mortāle duōbus
(sīc vīsum superīs) hominumque exempla manēmus."Now the mortal race survives in us two (so it has seemed good to the gods), and we remain as patterns of mankind.' Met. 1.367Dīxerat, et flēbant.He had spoken, and they wept. Met. 1.367Placuit caeleste precārī
nūmen et auxilium per sacrās quaerere sortēs.They resolved to pray to the heavenly power and seek help through the sacred lots. Met. 1.369Nūlla mora est: adeunt pariter Cēphīsidas undās,
370ut nōndum liquidās, sīc iam vada nota secantēs.There is no delay: together they approach the waters of Cephisus, which, though not yet clear, were already cutting their familiar channel.
Met. 1.371Inde ubi lībātōs inrōrāvēre liquōrēs
vestibus et capitī, flectunt vestīgia sānctae
ad dēlūbra deae, quōrum fastīgia turpī
pallēbant muscō stābantque sine ignibus ārae.Then, when they had sprinkled the waters they drew on their clothes and heads, they turn their steps to the shrine of the holy goddess, whose gables were pale with foul moss, and whose altars stood without fires. Met. 1.375Ut templī tetigēre gradūs, prōcumbit uterque
prōnus humī gelidōque pavēns dedit ōscula saxō
atque ita "sī precibus" dīxērunt "nūmina iūstīs
victa remollēscunt, sī flectitur īra deōrum,
dīc, Themi, quā generis damnum reparābile nostrī
380arte sit, et mersīs fer opem, mītissima, rēbus."When they touched the steps of the temple, each fell forward on the ground and in fear kissed the cold stone, and so they said: 'If deities, won over by just prayers, relent, if the anger of the gods is turned aside, tell us, Themis, by what art the loss of our race may be repaired, and bring help, most gentle one, to a drowned world.' Met. 1.381Mōta dea est sortemque dedit: "Discēdite templō
et vēlāte caput cinctāsque resolvite vestēs
ossaque post tergum magnae iactāte parentis."The goddess was moved and gave an oracle: 'Depart from the temple, veil your heads, loosen your girded garments, and throw the bones of your great mother behind your back.' Met. 1.384Obstipuēre diū, rumpitque silentia vōce
385Pyrrha prior iussīsque deae pārēre recūsat,
detque sibi veniam pavidō rogat ōre, pavetque
laedere iactātīs māternās ossibus umbrās.They were long dumbfounded, and Pyrrha first breaks the silence with her voice and refuses to obey the goddess's commands, and with fearful lips asks her pardon, and fears to injure her mother's shade by throwing her bones.
Met. 1.388Intereā repetunt caecīs obscūra latebrīs
verba datae sortis sēcum inter sēque volūtant.Meanwhile they go over again the words of the oracle given, obscure in their dark mysteries, and turn them over within themselves and between each other. Met. 1.390Inde Promēthidēs placidīs Epimēthida dictīs
mulcet et "aut fallāx" ait "est sollertia nōbīs,
aut pia sunt nūllumque nefās ōrācula suādent.Then the son of Prometheus soothes the daughter of Epimetheus with calm words and says, 'Either my shrewdness deceives me, or oracles are holy and urge no sin. Met. 1.393Magna parēns terra est, lapidēs in corpore terrae
ossa reor dīcī;The great mother is the earth; the stones in the earth's body, I think, are called bones; Met. 1.394iacere hōs post terga iubēmur."these we are ordered to throw behind our backs.' Met. 1.395Coniugis auguriō quamquam Tītānia mōta est,
spēs tamen in dubiō est: adeō caelestibus ambō
diffīdunt monitīs.Although the Titan's daughter was moved by her husband's interpretation, still her hope is in doubt: so much do both distrust the heavenly warnings. Met. 1.397Sed quid temptāre nocēbit?But what harm will it do to try?
Met. 1.398Discēdunt vēlantque caput tunicāsque recingunt
et iussōs lapidēs sua post vestīgia mittunt.They depart, veil their heads, ungird their tunics, and throw the stones as ordered behind their footsteps. Met. 1.400Saxa (quis hoc crēdat, nisi sit prō teste vetustās?)
pōnere dūritiem coepēre suumque rigōrem
mollīrīque morā mollītaque dūcere fōrmam.The stones (who would believe this, unless antiquity stood as witness?) began to lay aside their hardness and their stiffness, to soften by degrees and, softened, to take on shape. Met. 1.403Mox ubi crēvērunt nātūraque mītior illīs
contigit, ut quaedam, sīc nōn manifesta, vidērī
405fōrma potest hominis, sed, utī dē marmore coepta,
nōn exācta satis rudibusque simillima signīs.Soon, when they had grown and a gentler nature had come to them, a certain human form could be seen, though not distinct, but like figures begun in marble, not finished enough and most like rough statues. Met. 1.407Quae tamen ex illīs aliquō pars ūmida sūcō
et terrēna fuit, versa est in corporis ūsum;Yet whatever part of them was moist with some juice and earthy was turned to the use of a body; Met. 1.409quod solidum est flectīque nequit, mūtātur in ossa;what is solid and cannot bend is changed into bones; Met. 1.410quae modo vēna fuit, sub eōdem nōmine mānsit;what was just now a vein remained under the same name; Met. 1.411inque brevī spatiō superōrum nūmine saxa
missa virī manibus faciem trāxēre virōrum,
et dē fēmineō reparāta est fēmina iactū.and in a short space, by the will of the gods, the stones thrown by the man's hands took on the appearance of men, and woman was restored from the woman's throwing.
Met. 1.414Inde genus dūrum sumus experiēnsque labōrum
415et documenta damus quā sīmus orīgine nātī.Hence we are a hard race, experienced in toil, and we give proof of the origin from which we were born.