Ecl. 2.1Fōrmōsum pāstor Corydōn ārdēbat Alexim,
dēliciās dominī, nec quid spērāret habēbat;The shepherd Corydon burned for lovely Alexis, his master's darling, and had nothing to hope for; Ecl. 2.3tantum inter dēnsās, umbrōsa cacūmina, fāgōs
adsiduē veniēbat.only, among the dense beeches with their shady tops, he would come constantly. Ecl. 2.4Ibi haec incondita sōlus
5montibus et silvīs studiō iactābat inānī:
Ō crūdēlis Alexi, nihil mea carmina cūrās?There, alone, he would fling these artless words to the mountains and woods in fruitless passion: O cruel Alexis, do you care nothing for my songs? Ecl. 2.7Nīl nostrī miserēre?Have you no pity for me? Ecl. 2.7Morī mē dēnique cōgēs.In the end you will drive me to my death. Ecl. 2.8nunc etiam pecudēs umbrās et frīgora captant;now even the flocks seek the shade and the cool; Ecl. 2.9nunc viridīs etiam occultant spīnēta lacertōs,
10Thestylis et rapidō fessīs messōribus aestū
ālia serpyllumque herbās contundit olentīs.now even the thorn-brakes hide the green lizards, and Thestylis pounds garlic and thyme, pungent herbs, for the reapers weary from the scorching heat. Ecl. 2.12at mēcum raucīs, tua dum vestīgia lūstrō,
sōle sub ārdentī resonant arbusta cicādīs.but with me, as I trace your footsteps, the orchards echo under the burning sun with hoarse cicadas.
Ecl. 2.14Nōnne fuit satius trīstīs Amaryllidis īrās
15atque superba patī fastīdia, nōnne Menalcān, quamvīs ille niger quamvīs, tū candidus essēs esses ?Would it not have been better to endure Amaryllis' sullen anger and her proud disdain, would it not have been better to endure Menalcas, though he was dark, though you were fair? Ecl. 2.17ō fōrmōse puer, nimium nē crēde colōrī!O lovely boy, do not trust too much to colour! Ecl. 2.18alba ligustra cadunt, vaccīnia nigra leguntur.The white privets fall, the dark hyacinths are gathered. Ecl. 2.19Dēspectus tibi sum, nec quī sim quaeris, Alexi,
20quam dīves pecoris, niveī quam lactis abundāns.You despise me, Alexis, and do not ask who I am, how rich in flocks, how abounding in snow-white milk. Ecl. 2.21mīlle meae Siculīs errant in montibus agnae;a thousand lambs of mine wander on the Sicilian hills; Ecl. 2.22lāc mihi nōn aestāte novum, nōn frīgore dēfit;I lack no fresh milk in summer, none in the cold; Ecl. 2.23cantō quae solitus, sī quandō armenta vocābat,
Amphīōn Dircaeus in Actaeō Aracynthō.I sing what Dircaean Amphion used to sing, whenever he called his herds, on Attic Aracynthus. Ecl. 2.25Nec sum adeō īnfōrmis: nūper mē in lītore vīdī,
cum placidum ventīs stāret mare;Nor am I so ugly: I saw myself on the shore lately, when the sea stood calm, unruffled by the winds; Ecl. 2.26nōn ego Daphnim
iūdice tē metuam, sī numquam fallit imāgō.I would not fear Daphnis, with you as judge, if the reflection never lies.
Ecl. 2.28Ō tantum libeat mēcum tibi sordida rūra
atque humilīs habitāre casās, et fīgere cervōs,
30haedōrumque gregem viridī compellere hibiscō!O if only you would be pleased to live with me in the humble countryside and lowly cottages, and to shoot the deer, and drive the flock of kids to the green mallow! Ecl. 2.31Mēcum ūnā in silvīs imitābere Pāna canendō.Together with me in the woods you will imitate Pan in singing. Ecl. 2.32Pān prīmus calamōs cērā coniungere plūrīs
īnstituit;Pan first taught men to join several reeds with wax; Ecl. 2.33Pān cūrat ovīs oviumque magistrōs.Pan cares for the sheep and the masters of the sheep. Ecl. 2.34Nec tē paeniteat calamō trīvisse labellum:
35haec eadem ut scīret, quid nōn faciēbat Amyntās?Nor should you regret having chafed your lip on the reed: to learn this same art, what did Amyntas not do? Ecl. 2.36est mihi disparibus septem compācta cicūtīs
fistula, Damoetās dōnō mihi quam dedit ōlim,
et dīxit moriēns: "Tē nunc habet ista secundum."I have a pipe made of seven hemlock stalks of unequal length, which Damoetas once gave me as a gift, and said as he died: 'You are its second master now.' Ecl. 2.39dīxit Damoetās, invīdit stultus Amyntās.So said Damoetas; foolish Amyntas was envious.
Ecl. 2.40Praetereā duo, nec tūtā mihi valle repertī,
capreolī, sparsīs etiam nunc pellibus albō,
bīna diē siccant ovis ūbera;Besides, two young roes, which I found in a valley not safe to enter, their hides even now dappled with white, drain a ewe's two udders every day; Ecl. 2.42quōs tibi servō:
iam prīdem ā mē illōs abdūcere Thestylis ōrat;I am keeping them for you: Thestylis has long been begging to take them away from me; Ecl. 2.44et faciet, quoniam sordent tibi mūnera nostra.and she will, since my gifts seem mean to you. Ecl. 2.45Hūc ades, Ō fōrmōse puer: tibi līlia plēnīs
ecce ferunt Nymphae calathīs;Come here, O lovely boy: look, the Nymphs bring you lilies in full baskets; Ecl. 2.46tibi candida Nāis,
pallentīs violās et summa papāvera carpēns,
narcissum et flōrem iungit bene olentis anēthī;for you the fair Naiad, plucking pale violets and poppy-heads, joins the narcissus and the flower of sweet-smelling dill; Ecl. 2.49tum casiā atque aliīs intexēns suāvibus herbīs,
50mollia lūteolā pingit vaccīnia caltā.then, weaving them with cassia and other sweet herbs, she sets off the soft hyacinths with yellow marigold. Ecl. 2.51Ipse ego cāna legam tenerā lānūgine māla,
castaneāsque nucēs, mea quās Amaryllis amābat;I myself will gather quinces, pale with tender down, and chestnuts, which my Amaryllis used to love; Ecl. 2.53addam cērea prūna: honōs erit huic quoque pōmō;I will add waxen plums: this fruit too shall have its honour; Ecl. 2.54et vōs, Ō laurī, carpam, et tē, proxima myrte,
55sīc positae quoniam suāvīs miscētis odōrēs.and you, O laurels, I will pluck, and you, myrtle, their neighbour, since, so placed, you mingle sweet scents.
Ecl. 2.56Rūsticus es, Corydōn: nec mūnera cūrat Alexis,
nec, sī mūneribus certēs, concēdat Iollās.You are a rustic, Corydon: Alexis cares nothing for gifts, nor, if you were to compete in gifts, would Iollas give way. Ecl. 2.58Heu, heu, quid voluī miserō mihi!Alas, alas, what have I wished on my wretched self! Ecl. 2.58Flōribus austrum
perditus et liquidīs inmīsī fontibus aprōs.Lost that I am, I have let the south wind in upon my flowers and the boars into my clear springs. Ecl. 2.60Quem fugis, ah, dēmēns?Whom are you fleeing, ah, madman? Ecl. 2.60Habitārunt dī quoque silvās,
Dardaniusque Paris.The gods too have dwelt in the woods, and Dardanian Paris. Ecl. 2.61Pallas, quās condidit arcēs,
ipsa colat;Let Pallas herself dwell in the citadels she founded; Ecl. 2.62nōbīs placeant ante omnia silvae.as for us, let the woods please us above all. Ecl. 2.63Torva leaena lupum sequitur;The grim lioness pursues the wolf; Ecl. 2.63lupus ipse capellam;the wolf himself the she-goat; Ecl. 2.64flōrentem cytisum sequitur lascīva capella;the frisky she-goat pursues the flowering clover; Ecl. 2.65tē Corydōn, ō Alexi: trahit sua quemque voluptās.Corydon pursues you, O Alexis: each is drawn by his own delight.
Ecl. 2.66Aspice, arātra iugō referunt suspēnsa iuvencī,
et sōl crēscentīs dēcēdēns duplicat umbrās:
mē tamen ūrit amor;Look, the bullocks bring home the ploughs hanging from the yoke, and the setting sun doubles the lengthening shadows: yet love burns me; Ecl. 2.68quis enim modus adsit amōrī?for what limit can there be to love? Ecl. 2.69Ah, Corydōn, Corydōn, quae tē dēmentia cēpit!Ah, Corydon, Corydon, what madness has seized you! Ecl. 2.70Sēmiputāta tibi frondōsa vītis in ulmō est;You have a half-pruned vine on a leafy elm; Ecl. 2.71quīn tū aliquid saltem potius, quōrum indiget ūsus,
vīminibus mollīque parās dētexere iuncō?why do you not rather at least set about weaving something your needs require, from osiers and pliant rushes? Ecl. 2.73Inveniēs alium, sī tē hic fastīdit, Alexim.You will find another Alexis, if this one scorns you.