Met. 5.341"Prīma Cerēs uncō glaebam dīmōvit arātrō,
prīma dedit frūgēs alimentaque mītia terrīs,
prīma dedit lēgēs: Cereris sunt omnia mūnus."Ceres first broke up the clod with the hooked plough, first gave corn and gentle foods to the lands, first gave laws: all things are the gift of Ceres. Met. 5.344Illa canenda mihi est.She must be my song. Met. 5.344Utinam modo dīcere possem
345carmina digna dea: certē dea carmine digna est.If only I could tell songs worthy of the goddess: surely the goddess is worthy of song. Met. 5.346Vāsta gigantēīs ingesta est īnsula membrīs
Trīnacris et magnīs subiectum mōlibus urget
aetheriās ausum spērāre Typhōea sēdēs.The vast island of Trinacria was heaped upon the giant's limbs, and with its great masses it presses down Typhoeus, laid beneath it, who dared to hope for the dwellings of heaven. Met. 5.349Nītitur ille quidem pugnatque resurgere saepe,
350dextra sed Ausoniō manus est subiecta Pelōrō,
laeva, Pachȳne, tibi, Lilybaeō crūra premuntur,
dēgravat Aetna caput: sub quā resupīnus harēnās
ēiectat flammamque ferōx vomit ōre Typhōeus.He strains indeed, and often struggles to rise again, but his right hand lies beneath Ausonian Pelorus, his left beneath you, Pachynus; his legs are pressed down by Lilybaeum, Etna weighs down his head: beneath it, on his back, fierce Typhoeus hurls up sand and vomits flame from his mouth.
Met. 5.354Saepe remōlīrī luctātur pondera terrae
355oppidaque et magnōs dēvolvere corpore montēs.Often he struggles to heave off the weight of earth and to roll the towns and great mountains from his body. Met. 5.356Inde tremit tellūs, et rēx pavet ipse silentum,
nē pateat lātōque sōlum retegātur hiātū
inmissusque diēs trepidantēs terreat umbrās.Then the earth trembles, and the king of the silent ones himself is afraid that the ground may gape open and be laid bare by a wide chasm, and daylight let in may terrify the trembling shades. Met. 5.359Hanc metuēns clādem tenebrōsā sēde tyrannus
360exierat, currūque ātrōrum vectus equōrum
ambībat Siculae cautus fundāmina terrae.Fearing this disaster, the tyrant had come out from his gloomy abode and, carried in a chariot of black horses, was cautiously going round the foundations of the Sicilian land. Met. 5.362Postquam explōrātum satis est loca nūlla labāre,
dēpositōque metū, videt hunc Erycīna vagantem
monte suō residēns, nātumque amplexa volucrem
365"arma manūsque meae, mea, nāte, potentia", dīxit,
"illa, quibus superās omnēs, cape tēla, Cupīdō,
inque deī pectus celerēs mōlīre sagittās,
cui triplicis cessit fortūna novissima regnī.After he had made sure enough that no places were giving way, and his fear was laid aside, the goddess of Eryx, sitting on her mountain, sees him wandering, and, embracing her winged son, she said, 'My arms and hands, my son, my power, take those weapons with which you conquer all, Cupid, and drive your swift arrows into the breast of the god to whom the last lot of the threefold kingdom fell.
Met. 5.369Tū superōs ipsumque Iovem tū nūmina pontī
370victa domās ipsumque, regit quī nūmina pontī.You subdue the gods above and Jupiter himself, you subdue and conquer the powers of the sea, and the very one who rules the powers of the sea. Met. 5.371Tartara quid cessant?Why does Tartarus hold back? Met. 5.371cūr nōn mātrisque tuumque
imperium prōfers?why do you not extend your mother's empire and your own? Met. 5.372agitur pars tertia mundī.A third part of the world is at stake. Met. 5.373Et tamen in caelō, quae iam patientia nostra est,
spernimur, ac mēcum vīrēs minuuntur Amōris.And yet in heaven (such is my forbearance now) we are scorned, and the strength of Love dwindles along with mine. Met. 5.375Pallada nōnne vidēs iaculātrīcemque Diānam
abscessisse mihi?Do you not see that Pallas and Diana the huntress have deserted me? Met. 5.376Cereris quoque fīlia virgō,
sī patiēmur, erit: nam spēs adfectat eāsdem.Ceres' daughter too will be a virgin, if we allow it: for she aspires to the same hopes. Met. 5.378At tū, prō sociō, Sīqua est ea grātia, regnō
iunge deam patruō."But you, for the sake of our shared kingdom, if that alliance means anything to you, join the goddess to her uncle.' Met. 5.379Dīxit Venus.So Venus spoke.
Met. 5.379Ille pharetram
380solvit et arbitriō mātris dē mīlle sagittīs
ūnam sēposuit, sed quā nec acūtior ūlla
nec minus incerta est nec quae magis audiat arcūs,
oppositōque genū curvāvit flexile cornum
inque cor hāmātā percussit harundine Dītem.He loosed his quiver and, at his mother's bidding, from a thousand arrows set aside one, but one than which none is sharper, none less uncertain, none more obedient to the bow, and, setting his knee against it, he bent the pliant horn and struck Dis in the heart with the barbed shaft. Met. 5.385Haud procul Hennaeīs lacus est ā moenibus altae,
nōmine Pergus, aquae.Not far from the walls of Henna there is a lake of deep water, Pergus by name. Met. 5.386Nōn illō plūra Caystros
carmina cycnōrum lābentibus audit in undīs.Not even the Cayster hears more songs of swans on its gliding waves. Met. 5.388Silva corōnat aquās cingēns latus omne, suīsque
frondibus ut vēlō Phoebēōs submovet ictūs.A wood crowns the waters, encircling every side, and with its foliage, as with an awning, keeps off the blows of Phoebus. Met. 5.390Frīgora dant rāmī, tyriōs humus ūmida flōrēs:
perpetuum vēr est.The branches give coolness, the moist ground gives Tyrian-hued flowers: it is perpetual spring.
Met. 5.391Quō dum Prōserpina lūcō
lūdit et aut violās aut candida līlia carpit,
dumque puellārī studiō calathōsque sinumque
implet et aequālēs certat superāre legendō,
395paene simul vīsa est dīlēctaque raptaque Dītī:
ūsque adeō est properātus amor.While Proserpina plays in this grove, and picks violets or white lilies, and while with girlish eagerness she fills her baskets and her lap and vies to outdo her companions in gathering, almost in one moment she was seen and loved and carried off by Dis: so headlong is love. Met. 5.396Dea territa maestō
et mātrem et comitēs, sed mātrem saepius, ōre
clāmat;The goddess, terrified, calls with mournful voice on her mother and her companions, but more often on her mother; Met. 5.398et, ut summā vestem laniārat ab ōrā,
conlēctī flōrēs tunicīs cecidēre remissīs.and, as she had torn her garment from its top edge, the flowers she had gathered fell from her loosened tunic. Met. 5.400Tantaque simplicitās puerīlibus adfuit annīs,
haec quoque virgineum mōvit iactūra dolōrem.And such was the innocence of her childish years, this loss too stirred her maidenly grief. Met. 5.402Raptor agit currūs et nōmine quemque vocandō
exhortātur equōs, quōrum per colla iubāsque
excutit obscūrā tinctās ferrūgine habēnās,
405perque lacūs altōs et olentia sulphure fertur
stagna Palicōrum, ruptā ferventia terrā,
et quā Bacchiadae, bimarī gēns orta Corinthō,
inter inaequālēs posuērunt moenia portūs.The ravisher drives his chariot and urges on his horses, calling each by name, shaking over their necks and manes the reins dyed with dark rust, and is carried through deep lakes and the pools of the Palici, reeking of sulphur and boiling up from the broken earth, and where the Bacchiadae, a race sprung from Corinth of the two seas, set up walls between unequal harbours.