Georg. 4.494Illa, "Quis et mē," inquit, "miseram et tē perdidit, Orpheu,
495Quis tantus furor?She said, 'Who has ruined both wretched me and you, Orpheus, what madness so great? Georg. 4.495Ēn iterum crūdēlia retrō
Fāta vocant, conditque natantia lūmina somnus.Look, once again the cruel Fates call me back, and sleep closes my swimming eyes. Georg. 4.497Iamque valē: feror ingentī circumdata nocte
invalidāsque tibi tendēns, heu nōn tua, palmās!"And now farewell: I am borne away, wrapped in vast night, and stretching out to you helpless hands, alas, yours no longer!' Georg. 4.499dīxit et ex oculīs subitō, ceu fūmus in aurās
500commixtus tenuēs, fūgit dīversa, neque illum,
prēnsantem nēquīquam umbrās et multa volentem
dīcere, praetereā vīdit, nec portitor Orcī
amplius obiectam passus trānsīre palūdem.she spoke, and suddenly fled from his sight in another direction, like smoke mingled with thin air, and saw him no more, as he clutched in vain at shadows and longed to say much, nor did the ferryman of Orcus let him cross the barrier of the marsh again. Georg. 4.504Quid faceret?What was he to do? Georg. 4.504Quō sē raptā bis coniuge ferret?Where was he to go, his wife twice taken from him?
Georg. 4.505Quō flētū Mānīs, quae nūmina vōce movēret?With what weeping could he move the shades, with what voice the powers? Georg. 4.506Illa quidem Stygiā nābat iam frīgida cumbā.She indeed, already cold, was floating in the Stygian boat. Georg. 4.507Septem illum tōtōs perhibent ex ōrdine mēnsēs
rūpe sub āeriā dēsertī ad Strȳmonis undam
flēsse sibi et gelidīs haec ēvolvisse sub antrīs
510mulcentem tigrēs et agentem carmine quercūs;They say that for seven whole months on end, beneath a lofty cliff by the waters of lonely Strymon, he wept, and in icy caves unfolded this tale, soothing tigers and leading oaks with his song; Georg. 4.511quālis pōpuleā maerēns philomēla sub umbrā
āmissōs queritur fētūs, quōs dūrus arātor
observāns nīdō implūmēs dētrāxit;as the nightingale, mourning beneath the shade of a poplar, laments her lost young, which a hard-hearted ploughman, watching, has dragged unfledged from the nest; Georg. 4.513at illa
flet noctem rāmōque sedēns miserābile carmen
515integrat et maestīs lātē loca questibus implet.but she weeps through the night, and, sitting on a branch, renews her pitiful song and fills the places far and wide with her sad complaints.
Georg. 4.516Nūlla Venus, nōn ūllī animum flexēre hymenaeī.No love, no marriage-songs swayed his heart. Georg. 4.517Sōlus Hyperboreās glaciēs Tanaimque nivālem
arvaque Rhipaeīs numquam viduāta pruīnīs
lūstrābat raptam Eurydicēn atque inrita Dītis
520dōna querēns;Alone he roamed the Hyperborean ice and the snowy Tanais and the fields never free of Rhipaean frosts, lamenting Eurydice snatched away and the empty gifts of Dis; Georg. 4.520sprētae Ciconum quō mūnere mātrēs
inter sacra deum nocturnīque orgia Bacchī
discerptum lātōs iuvenem sparsēre per agrōs.spurned by this devotion, the Ciconian mothers, amid the rites of the gods and the orgies of nocturnal Bacchus, tore the young man apart and scattered him over the broad fields. Georg. 4.523Tum quoque marmoreā caput ā cervīce revulsum
gurgite cum mediō portāns Oeagrius Hebrus
525volveret, Eurydicēn vōx ipsa et frīgida lingua
"ah miseram Eurydicēn!"Even then, when Oeagrian Hebrus carried his head, torn from his marble neck, and rolled it in mid-stream, "Eurydice!" the voice itself and the cold tongue, "ah, poor Eurydice!" Georg. 4.526animā fugiente vocābat:
"Eurydicēn" tōtō referēbant flūmine rīpae."called with ebbing breath; "Eurydice" the banks echoed along the whole river.'