Met. 10.86Collis erat collemque super plānissima campī
ārea, quam viridem faciēbant grāminis herbae.There was a hill, and on the hill a stretch of perfectly level ground, which blades of grass made green. Met. 10.88Umbra locō dēerat: quā postquam parte resēdit
dīs genitus vātēs et fīla sonantia mōvit,
90umbra locō vēnit.The place lacked shade: but after the bard born of gods sat down in that spot and set his sounding strings in motion, shade came to the place. Met. 10.90Nōn Chaonis āfuit arbor.The Chaonian tree was not absent. Met. 10.91nōn nemus Hēliadum, nōn frondibus aesculus altīs,
nec tiliae mollēs, nec fāgus et innuba laurus,
et corylī fragilēs et fraxinus ūtilis hastīs
ēnōdisque abiēs curvātaque glandibus īlex
95et platanus geniālis acerque colōribus impār
amnicolaeque simul salicēs et aquātica lōtos
perpetuōque virēns buxum tenuēsque myrīcae
et bicolor myrtus et bācīs caerula tīnus.not the grove of the Heliades, not the oak with its lofty foliage, nor the soft limes, nor the beech and the virgin laurel, and the brittle hazels and the ash, useful for spears, and the knotless fir and the holm-oak bent with acorns, and the genial plane and the maple uneven in its colours, and with them the river-dwelling willows and the water-loving lotus, and the box, ever green, and the slender tamarisks, and the two-coloured myrtle and the laurustinus, dark blue with berries.
Met. 10.99Vōs quoque, flexipedēs hederae, vēnistis et ūnā
100pampineae vītēs et amictae vītibus ulmī,
ornīque et piceae pōmōque onerāta rubentī
arbutus et lentae, victōris praemia, palmae
et succīncta comās hirsūtaque vertice pīnus,
grāta deum mātrī;You too came, ivies with your twining feet, and together with you the leafy vines and the elms clothed in vines, and the mountain-ashes and the pitch-pines, and the arbutus laden with ruddy fruit, and the pliant palms, the victor's prizes, and the pine, its foliage girded up and shaggy at the top, dear to the mother of the gods; Met. 10.104sīquidem Cybelēius Attis
105exuit hāc hominem truncōque indūruit illō.for Cybele's Attis put off his human form for this and hardened into that trunk. Met. 10.106Adfuit huic turbae mētās imitāta cupressus,
nunc arbor, puer ante deō dīlēctus ab illō,
quī citharam nervīs et nervīs temperat arcum.To this throng came the cypress, shaped like the turning-posts, now a tree, but once a boy loved by that god who tunes the lyre with strings and the bow with strings. Met. 10.109Namque sacer nymphīs Carthaea tenentibus arva
110ingēns cervus erat, lātēque patentibus altās
ipse suō capitī praebēbat cornibus umbrās.For there was a huge stag, sacred to the nymphs who hold the Carthaean fields, and with his widely spreading antlers he himself gave deep shade to his own head.
Met. 10.112Cornua fulgēbant aurō, dēmissaque in armōs
pendēbant teretī gemmāta monīlia collō.His antlers gleamed with gold, and jewelled necklaces hung from his rounded neck, falling down onto his shoulders. Met. 10.114Bulla super frontem parvīs argentea lōrīs
115vincta movēbātur parilīque aetāte: nitēbant
auribus ē geminīs circum cava tempora bācae.Above his brow there swung a silver boss tied with little thongs, of the same age as himself: pearls gleamed from both his ears about his hollow temples. Met. 10.117Isque metū vacuus nātūrālīque pavōre
dēpositō celebrāre domōs mulcendaque colla
quamlibet ignōtīs manibus praebēre solēbat.And he, free from fear and with his natural timidity laid aside, used to visit people's homes and offer his neck to be stroked even by unknown hands. Met. 10.120Sed tamen ante aliōs, Cēae pulcherrime gentis,
grātus erat, Cyparisse, tibi.But yet, more than to anyone else, he was dear to you, Cyparissus, loveliest of the Cean race. Met. 10.121Tū pābula cervum
ad nova, tū liquidī dūcēbās fontis ad undam,
tū modo nectēbās variōs per cornua flōrēs,
nunc eques in tergō residēns hūc laetus et illūc
125mollia purpureīs frēnābās ōra capistrīs.You used to lead the stag to fresh pastures, you to the waters of the clear spring; now you would weave varied flowers through his antlers, now, sitting as a rider on his back, you would happily guide his soft mouth this way and that with purple halters.
Met. 10.126Aestus erat mediusque diēs, sōlisque vapōre
concava lītoreī fervēbant bracchia cancrī:
fessus in herbōsā posuit sua corpora terrā
cervus et arboreā frīgus dūcēbat ab umbrā.It was summer heat and the middle of the day, and the curved arms of the shore-dwelling Crab were burning with the sun's heat: weary, the stag laid his body down on the grassy earth and drew coolness from the shade of the trees. Met. 10.130Hunc puer imprūdēns iaculō Cyparissus acūtō
fīxit;The boy Cyparissus, unwittingly, pierced him with a sharp javelin; Met. 10.131et ut saevō morientem vulnere vīdit,
velle morī statuit.and when he saw him dying from the cruel wound, he resolved to die himself. Met. 10.132Quae nōn sōlācia Phoebus
dīxit et ut leviter prō māteriāque dolēret,
admonuit!What consolations did Phoebus not speak, and how he urged him to grieve lightly and in proportion to the cause! Met. 10.134Gemit ille tamen mūnusque suprēmum
135hoc petit ā superīs, ut tempore lūgeat omnī.Still he groans, and asks of the gods above this last gift, that he may mourn for all time. Met. 10.136Iamque per inmēnsōs ēgestō sanguine flētūs
in viridem vertī coepērunt membra colōrem,
et modo quī niveā pendēbant fronte capillī,
horrida caesariēs fierī sūmptōque rigōre
140sīdereum gracilī spectāre cacūmine caelum.And now, his blood drained away by endless weeping, his limbs began to turn a green colour, and the hair that a moment ago hung over his snow-white brow began to become a bristling crest and, taking on stiffness, to gaze at the starry sky with a slender tip.
Met. 10.141Ingemuit trīstisque deus "lūgēbere nōbīs
lūgēbisque aliōs aderisque dolentibus" inquit.The god groaned and said sadly, 'You will be mourned by me, and you will mourn others, and you will stand by those who grieve.'