Muses of Pieria, you who make glorykleos with your songs,
come and tell of Zeus, making a song about your father,
on account of whom there are mortals both unworthy of talk and worthy,
both worth speaking of and not—all on account of great Zeus.
Easily he gives power, and just as easily he ruins the powerful.
Easily he diminishes the distinguished, and magnifies the undistinguished.
Easily he makes straight the crooked and withers the overweening
—Zeus, the one who thunders on high, who lives in the highest abode.
Heed me, seeing and hearing as you do, and with justicedikē make straightithunein the divine lawsthemis plural.
While you do that, I am ready to tell genuineetētuma things to Perses.
So then, the genoslineage, kind of the Eridesthe Strifes was not a single one, but on Earth
there are two of them. One is to be praised when a person takes note in his noosmind, intuition,
but the other is to be blamed. They have the opposite kinds of thūmosheart, spirit.
One of them promotes evil war and strife,
the wretched one! No mortal loves this one, but, by necessity,
in accord with the will of the immortals, humans give tīmēhonor to this burdensome ErisStrife personified.
As for the other one, she was the first of the two to be born of dark Night.
And Zeus, seated on high, abiding in the aether, made her to be
far better for men, rooted in Earth as she is.
She rouses even the resourceless person to work.
For when one man who needs work looks at another man
who is rich, who strives to plow, to plant,
to keep his household in order, then it is that neighbor envies neighbor,
as the rich man is striving for his wealth. This ErisStrife personified is good for mortals.
Potter envies potter, carpenter envies carpenter.
Beggar envies beggar, singer envies singer.
You, Perses, must place these things in your thūmosheart, spirit.
Do not let the ErisStrife personified who rejoices at others’ misfortunes keep your thūmosheart, spirit away from work,
as you skulk about looking and listening for occasions of quarrelingneikea in the agorāassembly, gathering place.
The hōrāseason, right time for quarrelingneikea and agoraiassemblies is a short one indeed
for anyone who does not have lasting supplies of life-sustenance
as provided by the hōraiseasons. The Earth bears the sustenance, which is the grain of Demeter.
Feeding on this sustenance to the point of korossatiety, excess, you are ready to promote quarrelingneikea and strife
over the property of others. Well, you will not be getting a second chance
to do what you are now doing. But come, let us now sort outdia- krinesthai for ourselves the quarrelneikos,
with straight judgmentsdikai, which are the best when they come from Zeus.
Earlier, we divided up our inheritance, and then you seized and took away
much more than was yours, thus increasing the glory of kings
who devour gifts, who voluntarily render this dikējustice; judgment.
They are ineptnēpioi, not knowing how much the half is more than the total
or how much of a good thing there is to be found in mallow or asphodel.
The gods had hidden away the true means of livelihood for humankind, and they still keep it that way.
If it were otherwise, it would be easy for you to do in just one day all the work you need to do,
and have enough to last you a year, idle though you would be.
Right away, you could store your steering-oar over the fireplace,
and what you had plowed with your oxen or hard-working mules could go to waste.
But Zeus hid itthe true means of livelihood for humankind, angry in his thoughts,
because Prometheus, with crooked plans, deceived him.
For that reason heZeus devised plans that were to be baneful for humankind.
And heZeus hid fire. Butdeceiving Zeus again the good son of IapetosPrometheus
stole it for humankind from Zeus the Planner
inside a hollow fennel-stalk, escaping the notice of Zeus the Thunderer.
Angered at him, Zeus, the cloud-gatherer, spoke:
“Son of Iapetos, knowing more schemes than anyone else,
you rejoice over stealing the fire and over deceiving my thinking.
But a great pain awaits both you and future mankind.
To make up for the fire, I will give them an evil thing, in which they may all
take their delight in their hearts, embracing this evil thing of their own making.”
Thus spoke the father of men and gods, and he laughed out loud.
Then he ordered Hephaistos, renowned all over, to shape
some wet clay as soon as possible, and to put into it a human voice
and strength, and to make it look like the immortal goddesses,
with the beautiful and lovely appearance of a virgin. And he ordered Athena
to teach her own craft to her, weaving a very intricate web.
And he ordered Aphrodite to shed golden charm over her head;
also harsh longing, and anxieties that eat away at the limbs.
And he ordered Hermes, the messenger and Argos-killer,
to put inside her an intent that is doglike and a temperament that is stealthy.
Zeus spoke, and the gods obeyed the Lord Son of Kronos.
Right away the famed Lame One shaped out of the clay of the Earth
something that looked like a comely virgin—all on account of the will of Zeus, son of Kronos.
Athena dressed her and tied her girdle, adorning her.
And the goddesses who are named KharitesGraces, as well as the Lady PeithōPersuasion,
placed golden necklaces on its skin, and the Hōraithe Seasons personified,
with their beautiful hair, plaited springtime garlands around her head.
Pallas Athena placed on her skin every manner of ornamentkosmos.
And within her breast the messenger and Argos-killer fashioned
falsehoodspseudea, crafty words, and a stealthy disposition,
according to the plans of Zeus the loud-thunderer. And the messenger of the gods
put inside her a voice, and he called this woman
Pandōrā, because all the gods who abide in Olympus
gave her as a giftdōron, a pain for grain-eating men.
But when the gods completed this deception of sheer doom, against which there is no remedy,
Father Zeus sent the famed Argos-killer to Epimetheus,
the swift messenger of the gods, bringing the giftdōron. Nor did Epimetheus
take noticeverb phrazesthai how Prometheus had told him never to accept a giftdōron
from Zeus the Olympian, but to send it
right back, lest an evil thing happen to mortals.
But heEpimetheus accepted it, and only then did he take note in his noosmind, intuition that he had an evil thing on his hands.
Before this, the various kinds of humanity lived on earth
without evils and without harsh labor,
without wretched diseases that give disasters to men.
But the woman took the great lid off the jar
and scattered what was inside. She devised baneful anxieties for humankind.
The only thing that stayed within the unbreakable contours of the jar was ElpisHope.
It did not fly out.
Before it could, she put back the lid on top of the jar,
according to the plans of aegis-bearing Zeus, the cloud-gatherer.
But as for the other things, countless baneful things, they are randomly scattered all over humankind.
Full is the earth of evils, full is the sea.
Diseases for humans are a day-to-day thing. Every night,
they wander about at random, bringing evils upon mortals
silently—for Zeus had taken away their voice.
So it is that there is no way to elude the intentnoos of Zeus.
Now, if you are so disposed, I shall sum up for you another thing I have to say.
I shall do it well, and with expertise, and you should put it in your thoughts.
Here it is: the gods and mortal humans have the same origins.
In the very beginning, a Golden Generation of shining-faced humans
was made by the immortals who abide in Olympian homes.
They were in the time of Kronos, when he was king over the sky.
They lived like gods, having a thūmosheart, spirit without anxieties,
without labor and woe. Nor did wretched old age
weigh upon them. Their feet and hands did not change,
and they had good timesverb terpesthai at feaststhaliai, exempt from all evils.
And when they died, it was as if they were overcome by sleep. All manner of good thingsesthla
belonged to them. And the grain-givingroot dōr- earth, without prompting,
bore produce aplenty. And they, placidly
and in serenityhēsukhiā, lived off their fields, amidst much material wealth.
They were rich in flocks, philoifriends, near-and-dear ones to the blessed gods.
And theythe Golden Generation of humankind are superhumansdaimones. They exist because of the Will of Zeus.
They are the good, the earthboundepi-khthonioi, the guardians of mortal humans.
They guard acts of justicedikē and they guard against wretched acts of evil.
Enveloped in mist, they roam everywhere throughout the earth.
They are givers of prosperity. And they had this as a privilegegeras, a kingly onebasilēion.
Then a second Generation, a much worse one, a later one,
the Silver, was made by the gods who abide in their Olympian homes.
They were like the Golden one neither in their nature nor in their power of perceptionnoēma.
As a boy, each was be raised for a hundred years by dear mother,
each one was playing around, quite ineptnēpios, at home.
But when the time of maturinghēbân and the full measure of maturityhēbē arrived,
they lived only for a very short time, suffering painsalgea
for their acts of heedlessnessaphradiai, since they could not keep overweening hubrisoutrage, violence
away from each other, and they were not willing to care fortherapeuein the immortal gods,
not willing at all, nor were they willing to make sacrifice on the sacred altars of the blessedmakares gods,
the way humans are required by cosmic lawthemis to behave, each group according to its own customs. Anyway, they too, when the time came,
were hidden away by Zeus son of Kronos. He was angry at them because they did not give honorstīmai,
no they did not, to the blessedmakares gods who possess Olympus.
But when the earth covered over this generationgenos as well
—and they are called the blessedmakares, abiding below the earthhupokhthonioi, mortals that they are,
the Second Ones, though they toolike the First Ones, who are the Golden Generation get their share of honortīmē.
And Zeus the father made another Generation of mortal men, the Third.
He made it of Bronze, not at all the like the Silver.
A Generation born from ash trees, violent and terrible. Their minds were set on the woeful deeds of Arēs
and on acts of hubris. Grain
they did not eat, but their hard-dispositioned heartthūmos was made of hard rock.
They were forbidding: they had great forcebiē and overpowering hands
growing out of their shoulders, with firm foundations for limbs.
Their implements were bronze, their houses were bronze,
and they did their work with bronze. There was no black iron.
And they were wiped out when they killed each other with their own hands,
and went nameless to the dank house of chill Hādēs,
yes, namelessnōnumnoi! Death still took them, terrifying as they were,
yes, black Death took them, and they left behind them the bright light of the Sun.
But when this Generation too was covered over by the earth,
Zeus made yet another Generation on earth, which nurtures many, a fourth one.
This one, by contrastwith the third, was justdikaion. It was better.
It was the godlike generation of men who were heroeshērōes, who are called
demigodshēmi-theoi; they are the previous generationprevious to ours who lived throughout the boundless earth.
Thesedemigods were overcome by evil war and the terrible din of battle.
Some died at the walls of seven-gated Thebes, the land of Kadmos,
as they fought over the sheep of Oedipus.
Others were taken away by war over the great yawning stretches of sea
to Troy, all on account of Helen with the beautiful hair.
Then theythis Generation were covered over by the finality of death.
But they received, apart from other humans, a life and a place to live
from Zeus the son of Kronos, who translated them to the edges of the earth,
far away from the immortal gods. And Kronos is king over them.
And they live with a carefree heartthūmos
on the Islands of the BlessedNēsoi Makarōn on the banks of the deep-swirling river Okeanos,
blessedolbioi heroeshērōes that they are, and for them there is a honey-sweet harvestkarpos
that comes to fruition three times each year, produced by the life-giving land.
If only I did not have to be in the company of the Fifth Generation
of men, and if only I had died before itthe Fifth Generation or been born after it,
since now is the time of the Iron Generation. What will now happen is that men will not even have a day or night
free from toil and suffering.
They will be worn down, and the gods will give harsh cares.
Still, despite all this, even they will have some good mixed in with the bad.
But Zeus will destroy even this Generation of mortal men,
when the time comes that children will be born with gray hair at their temples.
This will be a time when the father will not have equanimity with his children, nor the children with their father,
nor the guestxenos with his host, nor comrade with comrade.
Nor will a brother be philosdear, near and dear, as he had been before.
Once men grow old, their sons will give them no tīmēhonor.
They will reproach their parents, shouting at them with harsh words.
Wretches! Men who do not know about the retribution of the gods! Such men would not even give to their aging parents the honor that is their due.
These deciders of dikējustice; judgment by violence! They will destroy each other’s cities.
There will be no appreciationkharis for the man who swears correctly, for the man of dikējustice; judgment,
for the agathosgood, noble man. Instead, it will be the doer of evil deeds and the man of hubrisoutrage, violence
that they will give tīmēhonor to. In the grip of violence will be dikējustice; judgment and aidōsshame, sense of respect.
The inferior man will harm the superior one,
speaking with crooked words, under oath.
A constant companion of all of wretched humankind will be Envy,
the badmouthing one, the one that delights over the misfortunes of others, the one with the hateful face.
And then, flying off to Olympus, away from the broad earth,
covering their beautiful complexion with white veils,
heading for the race of immortals and leaving humans behind,
AidōsShame personified and NemesisRighteous Indignation personified will depart. What will be left behind are baneful pains
for mortal humans. And there will be nothing to ward off evil.
Now I will tell an ainoscoded tale, fable to kings, discerning as they presumably are.
This is what the hawk said to the nightingale, the one with the patterned voice,
grasping her in his talons, carrying her far off into the clouds.
She in the meantime, pierced by the curved talons,
was lamenting. But he spoke to her from his position of superior power:
“What daimōnsuperhuman force, spirit makes you cry out this way? One who is far more powerful holds you fast.
You will go wherever I take you, singerpoet that you are.
I can do what I wish with you: either make a meal out of you or let you go.
Foolish is the one who is ready to stand up to those who are more powerful.
Such a person is deprived of victory, suffering pains in addition to the disgrace of defeat.”
So spoke the swift-flying hawk, the long-winged bird.
You, Perses, must listen to dikējustice; judgment, and you must not make hubrisoutrage, violence thrive.
For hubrisoutrage, violence is bad for the wretched mortal. A nobleesthlos man cannot
easily bear the burden, and he is weighed down under ithubris,
incurring AtaiDerangements personified. It is better to go the other way,
towards the things of dikējustice; judgment. The dikējustice; judgment comes out prevailing over hubrisoutrage, violence
in the end. The ineptnēpios person learns only by going through the experience.
Horkos‘Oath’ personified runs in pursuit, catching up with crooked dikaijudgments,
and there is a clamor as DikēJustice personified is dragged off by men who take her wherever they want,
devourers of gifts, as they sort out, with crooked dikaijudgments, what is or is not themisdivine law.
Weeping, sheDikē pursues the city and the haunts of its inhabitants.
Invisible, she brings evil upon men
who exile her and apportion her so as to make her crooked.
As for those who render straight dikaijudgments for xenoiguest-strangers and for local people alike,
and who do not veer away from what is dikaionjust,
for them, their city flourishes, and the inhabitants blossom.
Peace, the nurturer of young men, ranges about the land, and never do they have
wretched war manifested for them by Zeus who sees far and wide.
Men who have straight dikējustice; judgment are never visited by Hunger
or by atēruin, derangement. Instead, at feasts, they reap the rewards of the works that they industriously cared about.
For them the earth bears much life-sustenance. On the mountains, the oak tree
bears acorns at the top and bees in the middle.
Their wooly sheep are laden with fleeces.
Their wives bear children resembling their fathers.
They flourish with all good things, without fail. And they do not have to find their way home
on ships, but the grain-giving land bears fruit.
But those who have evil hubrisoutrage, violence and wanton deeds on their minds
for them the son of Kronos, wide-seeing Zeus, marks out dikējustice; judgment.
Many times it happens that an entire poliscity suffers the consequences on account of just one evil man
who transgresses and plans reckless deeds.
For these men the son of Kronos brings down from the skies a great disaster,
famine along with pestilence. And the people waste away.
Their women do not give birth, and their households are depleted—
all on account of the plans of Zeus the Olympian. There will be a time when
Zeus will destroy their vast host of fighting men. Or he can exact retribution against them by destroying their city-walls
or their ships sailing over the pontosthe sea.
You kings! Mark well, all of you,
this dikējustice; judgment. For nearby and present among humankind
are the immortals, and they take note of those who, with crooked dikaijudgments,
oppress each other, not caring about the retribution of the gods.
They are countless—no, more, they are three times countless—ranging all over the earth, nurturer of many.
They are the immortal ones, coming from Zeus, guardiansphulakes of mortal men,
who watch over the dikaijudgments and guard against reckless deeds.
They are invisible, ranging everywhere over the land.
Then there is the virgin DikēJustice personified, born of Zeus.
She has great esteem and aidōsshame, sense of respect among the gods who abide in Olympus.
Whenever someone does her harm, using crooked words,
right away she takes her place at the side of Zeus son of Kronos,
and she proclaims the noosmind, intuition of men that is without dikējustice; judgment, with the result that the people have to pay retribution
for the deeds of recklessness committed by their kings. These kings, having baneful thoughts in their noosmind, intuition,
pronounce dikaijudgments in a crooked way, making them veer and go astray.
You kings! Guard against these things and make straight your words,
you devourers of gifts! And put crooked dikaijudgments out of your mind completely.
The man who plans misfortune for another man is planning misfortune for himself.
A bad plan is the worst plan for the one who planned it.
The Eye of Zeus sees all and takes note of all in his noosmind, intuition.
If he so wishes, he will watch over the present situation. It does not escape his notice
what kind of dikējustice; judgment this present dikējustice; judgment is that the poliscity holds within itself.
The way things are now, I would not want myself or a son of mine to be a man of dikējustice; judgment in my dealings with men—
if it were true that a man of no dikējustice would have a dikējudgment going more his way—
that is, if it were true that it is a misfortune to be a man of dikējustice; judgment.
But my hope is that such a state of affairs has not yet been brought to pass by Zeus the Planner.
Perses! I call on you to put these things in your mind.
Heed dikējustice; judgment, and put biēforce, violence completely out of your mind.
For this wayof biē is the norm that Zeus has imposed
on the fish and beasts and winged birds,
that is, to eat each other. For they have no dikējustice; judgment.
But to humans he gave dikējustice; judgment, which is by far the best.
For if anyone stands ready to speak publicly the things of dikējustice; judgment,
with full awareness, to him Zeus grants blissolbos.
But whoever knowingly swears a false oath as he bears witness,
lying, such a man harms dikējustice; judgment, bringing about a damage that cannot be compensated.
The future lineage of such a man will be left darkened over.
But the future lineage of a man who swears properly will be superior.
Ineptnēpios Perses! As I speak to you, I have good thoughts in my noosmind, intuition towards you.
To be evil is an easy choice, and there are many ways to do it.
The way of evil is smooth and accessible.
But the immortal gods have put between them and us the sweat that goes with aretēexcellence, achievement.
The path towards itaretē is long and steep.
It is rough at first, but, as it reaches the top,
it finally becomes easy, hard as it was before.
The best man is the one who, unlike the others, takes note of everything in his noosmind, intuition,
marking well what is for the best in the future and in the fulfillment of time.
Nobleesthlos is he who puts his trust in one who speaks what is genuine.
But whoever does not think with his noosmind, intuition nor listens to one who does,
taking it to his thūmosheart, spirit, such a man is worthless.
Keep in mind what I urge you to do,
Perses, and get to work, you offshoot of Zeus, so that Hunger
may hate you, and that you may be loved by Demeter with the beautiful garlands,
the honorable one, and that she may fill your granary with life-sustenance.
Hunger is the natural companion of the utterly idle man.
Both gods and men begrudge helping such a man who is idle
in his life. He is similar in temperament to the stingless drones
who, idle as they are, waste away the hard work of the bees,
eating it all up. Let it be philondear, pleasing for you to make arrangements in moderation,
so that your granaries may be filled with seasonal life-sustenance.
It is from working that men get many sheep and wealth.
And it is by working that a man becomes more philosdear, near and dear than other men to the immortals
and to mortals. They all hate the idle.
Working is no cause for reproachoneidos. Not working is cause for oneidosreproach, blame.
If you do work, the idle man will envy you
as you get wealthy. Your wealth is attended by aretēexcellence, achievement and god-given glorykudos.
Whatever kind of daimōnsuperhuman force, spirit you have, working is the better way,
if only you would turn your deranged thūmosheart, spirit away from the property of others
and directed it towards work, as I urge you.
There is no genuine aidōsshame, sense of respect in looking after the needs of a man who is wanting.
AidōsShame personified can be of great harm or benefit to men.
AidōsShame personified goes with being poor. Brazenness goes with being wealthy.
Wealth is not to be seized by force. The god-given things of life are by far better.
For if someone takes hold of great wealth by force and violence,
or robs it by way of the tongue, as often
happens, whenever the sense for personal gain leads the noosmind, intuition of humans astray,
as the sense of DishonorablenessAn-aideia drives away the sense of HonorablenessAidōs,
then the gods, with the greatest of ease, blot over such a man, and they deplete his household,
and wealth stays with him for but a short time.
And whoever treats badly the suppliant and the xenosguest-stranger as well,
or whoever enters the bed of his brother,
sleeping secretly with the brother’s wife, thus committing an act that veers from what is right,
or whoever heedlessly wrongs orphans,
or whoever directs against his own aged father at the threshold of old age
harsh words of quarrelingneikos,
either Zeus himself manifests his anger at such a man, or, in the end,
the man pays a harsh penalty in retribution.
But you should keep your deranged thūmosheart, spirit completely away from these things,
and, to the best of your ability, you must make sacrifice to the immortal gods,
in a holy and pure fashion, and you must burn splendid thigh-portions.
On other occasions, you must supplicate them with libations and with burnt offerings,
both when you go to bed and when the sacred light of dawn comes,
so that they may have a propitious heart and thūmosheart, spirit towards you.
This way, you will be buying the arable land of others, not the other way around.
Invite for a feast the man who is philosdear, near and dear to you; but the man who is an enemyekhthros, let him go.
The man who is most important to invite is the one who lives nearest to you.
For if some misfortune happens in any given place,
the neighbors come over in haste, ungirt, but the in-laws come girt.
A bad neighbor is as much a pain as a good one is a great boon.
Whoever has the good fortune to have a good neighbor has the good fortune of having tīmēhonor.
You will never lose as much as an ox if you have a good neighbor.
Have the grain measured out properly when you borrow from a neighbor, and pay it back properly
in the same measure or even better, if you can.
This way, when you are in need, you can find something to rely on.
Do not seek personal gain that is evil. Evil personal gain leads to some kind of atēruin, derangement or other.
Be philosdear, near and dear to the one who is philosdear, near and dear to you, and seek the company of those who seek yours.
Give to the one who would give to you, and do not give to the one who would not.
One gives to the giver, and gives not to the one who gives not.
The act of GivingDōs is good, while the act of Taking forciblyHarpax is bad, the giver of death.
Whoever willingly gives a gift, no matter how great,
rejoices in the giving and takes pleasure in his thūmosheart, spirit.
But the man who seizes somethinginstead of having it as a gift, yielding to dishonorablenessanaideia,
no matter how small it is, it will freeze over the heartof the person who is being robbed.
For even if you are storing things up just bit by bit,
even that would become a big thing if you do it often.
But whoever adds something to what is already there wards off burning-bright hunger.
Whatever is already stored up at home will not take care of a man.
At home it is betterfor storing up more things, for outside it is risky.
It is a good thing to take from what is at hand, and it is a pain for the thūmosheart, spirit
to be without what is no longer at hand. And I urge you to take note of these things.
Take your fill when the jarof wine is up to the top or nearing the bottom,
and be sparing in the middle. Thrift is dreadful when you reach the bottom.
Let the wages that you agree upon be adequate for a man who is philosdear, near and dear to you.
But get a witness—you can do it with a smile—even if you are dealing with your own brother.
Men have been undone both by being trusting and by not being so.
Let not a woman who dresses to show off her behind deceive your noosmind, intuition, cajoling you with her crafty words, ready to infest your granary.
Whoever puts his trust in a woman puts his trust in tricksters.
It is the best thing to have an only child to maintain the ancestral household.
That is the way that wealth can increase in the house.
Then, as an old man, you should leave behind one more young boyapparently an only grandson by the time you die.
But Zeus, if he wants to, can easily give untold wealth to a greater number of people.
The more attention to work there is by more people, the greater the surplus.
If the thūmosheart, spirit within your phreneswits, the thinking organs yearns for wealth,
this is the way you should work, working on tasks one after another.
When the Pleiades rise above the horizonjust before sunrise,
that is the time to start reaping. When they setjust before sunrise, start plowing.
They are hidden for forty nights and forty days.
As that time of the year comes around again,
they appear for the first time when the ironused for reaping is getting sharpened.
This is the way it is done on the plains. But it is near the sea
that others live, while still others live in the glens of hillsides,
far away from the waves of the sea, abiding on a rich land.
When you sow, do it with your clothes stripped off. The same goes for when you drive your oxen as you plow.
And for when you reap. Do this if you want all the produce that you gather in
from Demeter to be in season, so that all the crops
may each grow in season. This way, you will avoid being in need in the future,
having to go begging to the households of others—and accomplishing nothing.
Just the way it is now, as you come to me. But I will not give you anything. Thus I will add nothing to what you got in the first place.
Nothing more will be measured out for you. Get to work, you ineptnēpios Perses!
Get to work on the tasks that the gods have marked out for humans,
so that you will never have to feel pain in your thūmosheart, spirit over your children and your wife
as you go looking for life-sustenance by approaching one neighbor after the next, and they will not care.
For I can easily imagine that you could succeed twice, or maybe even three times.
But if you keep on importuning them, you will not succeed in your quest. You can talk all you want, and it will be in vain.
No matter how your words range from one direction to the next, you will not succeed. So I urge you
to make plans to pay off your debts and to ward off hunger.
The first thing is to have a farmhouse with a woman and an ox for plowing.
I do not mean a wife. I mean a woman that you own as a slave. Such a woman can help out while you plow with the oxen.
And you must make sure that you have all the property that you need in the household.
This way, you will not have to ask someone else to lend you this or that. While you are trying to talk someone into it who is unwilling,
the season will pass you by and your yield will be depleted.
And do not put things off till the next day or the day after.
For a man who is an idle worker will not fill his granary
by putting things off. Attention to your work will make the yield increase.
The man who postpones work is always wrestling with the Spirits of atēruin, derangement.
When the power of the searing sun abates,
with its burning heat that makes men sweat, and when the autumn rains
of mighty Zeus arrive, as the human complexion turns
much lighter, and as the constellation Sirius
starts to travel much less over the heads of death-bound mortals
and starts to take much more enjoyment from the night,
then it is that wood is most worm-free when it is cut,
as the leaves fall to the earth from the branches.
Then it is that you should be mindfulmemnēmenos to cut wood, which is now the seasonal task.
Then you can cut out a three-foot length for a mortar and a three-cubit length for a pestle,
and a seven-foot length for an axle. That is the way that is fitting.
And if you make it eight feet, then you can cut out of it the head of a mallet.
Cut out a three-span length for the segment of an oxcart the length of ten quarter-feet.
There are also many kinds of wood used for bent shapes. When you find a tree with the shape of a plow-base,
take it right home, whether you find it on a mountainside or in the field,
especially if it is holm-oak. Which is the most sturdy for oxen to plow with,
when the servant of Athenaa carpenter fixes it to the stock of the plow
with pegs and fastens it to the yoke-pole.
And take the trouble to have two plows in the household,
one with a natural curve and another jointed into a curve. It is better this way.
This way, if you break the one, you have the other to hitch up to your oxen.
Yoke-poles made of laurel or elm-wood are the most worm-free.
The same goes for stocks made of oak and for plow-bases made of holm-oak. As for oxen, get two males nine years old.
Their strength cannot be worn down,
since they are in their prime. They will be the best to do work with.
They will not get into a fight with each other right in the middle of plowing,
breaking the plow and making futile all the work done up to then.
Let the oxen be driven by a sturdy man of forty years.
For his meal, let him eat a loaf scored into eight portions and broken into four.
Let him make the furrow straight, paying close attention to his work
and not taking sidelong glances at his peers. Instead, let him keep
his thūmosheart, spirit on his work. Someone else no younger than he would be just right
for spreading the grain around, avoiding oversowing.
A younger man would let his attention flutter towards his peers.
Mark well when you hear the sound of the crane,
sending forth her call from above, the same time every year.
She brings the sēmasign, signal for plowing every year; and she marks
the season of rainy winter. And it stings the heart of the man who does not own oxen.
Then it is that you should give fodder to the horned oxen in their stalls.
For it is easy to say: “Give me two oxen and an oxcart.”
But it is easy to say no in reply: “There is work here to be done by my oxen.”
A man who fancies that he is rich will say: “Well then, build an oxcart!”
How inept he is! He does not even know that it takes a hundred pieces of wood to build an oxcart.
The thing is to take care of first things first and to put one’s own house in order.
When the time for plowing reveals itself for mortal men,
everyone must set out to work, servants and master alike,
plowing dry or moist land, according to the season.
Get to work early, so that your fields will yield produce in plenty.
Work over your fields in the spring. But fallow land broken up in the summer will not disappoint you.
Sow on fallow land when it is still loosefrom the rain.
Fallow land can be a talisman, warding off disaster.
Pray to Zeus of the Underground, and to holy Demeter,
that the sacred grain of Demeter may become heavy with ripeness,
as you begin the plowing, laying hold of the end of the plow-handle
and coming down on the backs of your oxen with a switch
as they pull at the yoke-pole with their strappings. Standing a bit further back,
the servant who has the mattock should give the birds grief
as he makes the seed disappear inside the earth. Good management is the best thing
for mortal men, while bad management is the worst.
So also with the grapes: they will be weighed down, teeming with their juices,
if the Olympian one himself grants a good ripening.
Then you can clear your wine-jars of cobwebs. And I expect that you
will take pleasure as you partake of the life-sustenance that is within your household.
And so you will be well off as you approach gray springtime, and you will not
be looking wistfully in the direction of others. Instead, it will be the other person who will be in need of your help.
But if you plow the Zeus-given earth at the solsticethe winter solstice,
you will reap squatting, having little to grasp in your hand,
binding the sheaves the wrong way. You will be covered with dust, an unhappy man.
You could fit into a basket everything you have to bring back. Few people indeed will marvel at you.
The noosmind, intuition of Zeus is different at different times,
and it is hard for mortal men to take note of it in their noosmind, intuition.
For if you plow late, you could have this remedy that I will now tell you.
When the cuckoo first sounds its call amidst the leaves of the oak tree,
bringing pleasure to mortals throughout the boundless earth,
then it is that Zeus might rain on the third day, and it might not stop
till the water rises to a point where it does not quite spill over inside the imprint of an ox’s hoof.
And then it is that the one who plows late will compete with the early.
Keep all this well in your thūmosheart, spirit, and do not fail to mark
the gray spring, when it comes, and the rain in season.
Pass by and do not go inside the abode of the smith and its heated lounge
in the season of winter, when the cold keeps men from their work in the field.
For it is at this time that a man who is not idle can make his household greatly thrive.
This way, the resourcelessness of evil winter will not seize you with poverty, as you hold your emaciated hand down on your swollen foot.
Many are the evils that an idle man, who keeps expecting that his empty hope will become the real thing,
in want of life-sustenance, takes to his thūmosheart, spirit.
It is not a real hope that cares for a man who is in need,
as he sits around in a lounge while he has no adequate means.
Point out to your servants, even in the middle of the summer:
“Summer will not last forever; build your granaries.”
As for the month of Lenaion, bad days, all of them bad enough to take the hide off an ox,
make sure you take measures against it, along with its frosts,
which are wretched when the wind Boreas blows over the land,
which rushes across horse-breeding Thrace and then stirs up the wide sea
with a blast. And the earth and the forest roar.
Many oaks with their leaves on high, and many a thick fir
does it bring crashing down to earth, nourisher of many, in mountain glens,
as it sets down upon them while the whole immense forest resounds.
The beasts shudder, putting their tails under their genitals,
even those that have fur covering their skin. Even for them
the cold oneBoreas blows right through them, shaggy-chested though they are.
HeBoreas goes right through even the hide of an ox; even that will not stop it.
He blows through the fine hair of a goat. But not at all through the fleeces of sheep,
because their wool is thick:
the force of the wind Boreas does not blow through them. But it makes the old man all curved over.
And yet it does not blow through a tender-skinned maiden,
who stays indoors with her philēdear mother.
She has not yet learned the works of golden Aphrodite.
There she is: she has washed well her tender skin and anointed it with rich olive oil,
as she is lying down in the inner room of the household
on a winter’s day—while the Boneless One gnaws at his own foot
in his fireless house and wretched haunts.
The sun shows him no range to head towards.
Instead, itthe sun comes and goes over the community and the city of dark-skinned men.
But it shines more tardily for all the Hellenes.
Then it is that the creatures of the forest, horned and unhorned alike,
gnash their teeth pitifully as they flee through the woods of the glens.
For all of them there is one thing in their phreneswits, the thinking organs:
how to find some cover in cozy nooks
in a hollow rock. Then, like a three-legged one,
whose back is broken down and whose head looks down upon the ground,
like such a one they range about, trying to escape the white snow.
At that time wear, as I bid you, something that will shield your skin,
a soft cloak and a tunic that reaches to the feet.
You must weave thick woof on a thin warp.
Wear this, and the hairs will not bristle,
standing on end all over your body.
As for your feet, fasten onto them tight-fitting boots made from the hide of a slaughtered ox.
Make them snug with felt on the inside.
When the frost comes around in due season, stitch together the skins of first-born goats
with the sinew of an ox. This way, you will have on your back
something to keep off the rain. And on your head
wear a shaped hat made of felt. This way, your ears will not get wet.
For the dawn is cold when the wind Boreas swoops down.
At dawn, a wheat-bearing mist, coming from the starry sky,
spreads upon the fields of men thus blessed, all over the land.
It draws its wetness from the ever-flowing rivers,
rising high over the earth with the help of a gust of wind.
Sometimes it turns into rain, towards evening time,
and other times into wind, as Thracian Boreas drives the thick clouds.
Finish your work and get home before heBoreas comes,
so that a dark cloud, coming down from the sky, may not envelop you,
making your skin clammy as it soaks your clothes.
Avoid it, for this is the month that is most harsh.
It is wintry, harsh for livestock and harsh for men.
Then it is that your oxen should have half their usual share of food. But let the hired man have the greater part of his portion.
For the nights, helpful as they may be, are long.
Keep these things in mind until the year comes full circle,
when the days and nights are the same length, when once again
Earth, the mother of all, bears her varied produce.
When Zeus has had sixty wintry days take their due course after the solstice,
then the star ArcturusWatcher of the Bear leaves the sacred stream of the Okeanos
and first rises at dusk above the horizon.
After himArcturus rises the daughter of Pandion, the swallow, the one whose call sounds at dawn.
She comes back to the light for humankind, as springtime begins anew.
Before she comes, prune the vines. It is better this way.
When the House-Carrier climbs up from the ground and onto the plants,
fleeing the Pleiades, then there should be no more digging of vineyards.
Instead, sharpen your sickles and wake your servants in the morning, to get them busy.
Avoid sitting down in shady places and sleeping till dawn
in the season of harvesting, when the sun scorches the skin.
At this time, exert yourself and bring home the produce,
getting up at dawn. This way, you will have sufficient life-sustenance.
For the period of dawn takes up a third part of a full day’s work.
Dawn gets you started on your journey, and it gets you started on your work.
When dawn appears, it gets many mortals started on their journeys
and it puts yokes on many oxen.
When the golden thistle is in bloom and the loud-sounding cicada,
perched on a tree, pours down his clearly-heard song
incessantly from under his wings, in the season of summer, with all its labors,
then it is that goats are fattest, wine is best,
women are most wanton, and men are weakest;
for Sirius dries up their heads and their knee-caps,
and the skin gets dry from the heat. At this time, at long last,
let there be a shady place under a rock, wine from BiblosThracian Biblos,
barley-cake soaked in milk, the milk of goats that are reaching the end of their lactation,
and the meat of a cow fed in the woods, one that has not yet calved,
and of first-born kid goats. That is the time to drink bright-colored wine,
sitting in the shade, having one’s heart sated with food,
turning one’s face towards the cooling Zephyr.
Then, from an ever-flowing spring that flows downward, untainted by mud,
pour a drink that is three parts water, but make the fourth part wine.
Get your servants busy with winnowing the sacred grain of Demeter,
when strong Orion first appears,
on a threshing-floor that is exposed to the winds and is smoothed over
Then, with a measure, store it in jars. And when you have finally
stored all your life-sustenance safely inside your house,
then I bid you to seek out and hire a man with no household of his own and a servant-woman who has no children of her own.
A servant-woman with a little calf under hera child to nurse is a bad thing.
Take good care of the sharp-toothed dog. Do not begrudge him his food.
Otherwise, the man who sleeps by daythe robber will take your possessions
Bring in the fodder and the chaff. This way, there will be enough
for your oxen and your mules. After that,
let your servants give a rest to their knees and unyoke your pair of oxen.
But when Orion and Sirius reach the middle of the skyat dawn,
and when rosy-fingered Dawn sees Arcturus,
then it is, Perses, that you should cut off and take home all the grape-clusters.
Show them to the sun ten days and ten nights.
Then shade them over for five more, and, on the sixth, draw off into jars
the gifts of joyous Dionysus. But when
the Pleiades and the Hyades and strong Orion
begin to set, then it is that you should be mindfulmemnēmenos to plow
in season. And so the pleiōnthe full year may be lodged well and firmly under the earth.
But let us suppose that the desire for stormy navigation seizes you,
when the Pleiades, fleeing the strong and violent Orion,
plunge into the misty pontosthe sea,
and the blasts of winds of all kind rage.
At this time you must not have ships sailing the wine-colored sea.
Instead, be mindfulmemnēmenos to work the land, as I bid you.
Haul up your ship on dry land and pack it with stones
all over, which will stand up to the power of the winds blowing their dampness.
And pull out the plug of the bilge-drain; otherwise, the rain of Zeus will rot itthe ship.
Put away in your house all the tackle and fittings,
and store neatly the wingssails of your pontosthe sea-traveling ship.
Hang up the well-made steering-oar over the smokeof the fireplace.
And you yourself should wait until the time for seasonal navigation has come.
Then you can haul your ship back to the sea, and put cargo
safely into it, so that you may bring home with you some profitkerdos,
just as my father and yours, you ineptnēpios Perses,
used to sail around in ships, lacking a genuineesthlos livelihood.
One day, he came to this place right here, having crossed a great stretch of pontosthe sea.
He left behind him the Aeolic Kymethe Aeolic city of Kyme, sailing on a dark-colored ship,
fleeing not wealth, not riches, not material blissolbos.
No, he was fleeing wretchedkakē poverty, which Zeus gives to men.
And he settled down near Helikon, in a settlement afflicted with human woes,
Ascra by name. It is a place that is badkakē in the wintertime, difficult in the summertime. It is a place that is never really good.
But you, Perses, you must be mindfulmemnēmenos of all the things that require work,
each to be done in season. That goes especially for navigation.
Praise the small ship, but put your cargo into a big one.
The greater the cargo, the more profitkerdos you can pile on top of profitkerdos —
provided the winds hold back their evilkakai blasts.
But if you turn your thūmosheart, spirit, with its veering thoughts, towards trading by navigation,
fleeing debts and joyless hunger,
I will show you how to take measure of the raging sea,
even though I have no skills in navigation or in ships.
For never yet have I sailed in a ship over the wide pontosthe sea,
unless you count the time when I went to Euboea from Aulis, the place where, once upon a time, the Achaeans,
having gathered together a mighty host of fighting men, were waiting out a storm.
They had come from all over sacred Hellas and were heading for Troy, known for its beautiful women.
It was there that I, heading for the funeral games of warlike Amphidamas,
crossed over to Khalkis. And there were many games
and prizes arranged in advance by the sons of great-hearted Amphidamas. And I say solemnly that it was therein Khalkis
that I won a contest in song and that I carried off as a victory prize a tripod with handles on it.
And I dedicated thistripod to the Muses of Helikon,
in the place where they first put me on the path of clear-sounding song.
This much is my experience in many-pegged ships.
Even so, I will tell you the noosmind, intuition of aegis-bearing Zeus,
for the Muses have taught me to sing a song that has no limitations on it.
Fifty days after the solsticethe summer solstice,
towards the end of the labor-filled season of summer,
that is when navigation is seasonal for mortals. Then your ship
will not be wrecked and the sailors will not be destroyed by the sea,
unless Poseidon the earth-shaker is intent upon doing so,
or unless Zeus the king of the immortals wishes to destroy them.
For the fulfillment of all things, both good and bad, is in their hands.
At this time the winds are well-defined and the pontosthe sea is not harsh.
At this time, you can be free from anxiety as you entrust your swift ship to the winds.
Haul your ship down to the pontosthe sea and put in all your cargo.
But exert yourself to get back home as quickly as possible,
and do not wait for the time of the new wine and the autumn rains
and the approaching bad weather, with the terrible blasts of the wind Notos, who stirs up the sea as he comes along with the rain of Zeus,
that plentiful autumn rain, and he makes the pontosthe sea harsh.
Another time of navigation for humankind is in the spring,
when a man first sees, as large a footprint as a crow
makes, leaves that are that size
on the top of the fig-tree. Then you are ready do embark upon the sea.
This, then, is the time of navigation in the spring. But I
do not recommend it. It is not pleasing to my thūmosheart, spirit.
It is a matter of grasping at opportunities, and it is a difficult thing to avoid
misfortune. And yet, even these things
are done by men, in their acts of ignorance in matters of noosmind, intuition.
For wealth is lifepsūkhē itself for wretched mortals.
It is a fearful thing to die among the waves. But I bid you
to take note of all these things in your phreneswits, the thinking organs, as I tell you.
Do not put all your means of livelihood inside hollow ships.
Leave the greater part behind, and put the lesser part in as cargo.
It is a fearful thing to happen upon a disaster among the waves of the pontosthe sea.
Just as it is a fearful thing to put too great a load on your oxcart,
thus breaking the axle and spoiling your haul.
Take care to keep things moderate. Timingkairos is best in all things.
Make sure that you are the right ageseasonal, having the right hōrā when you bring home a wife to your house,
when you are not much less than thirty years old
nor much more than that. This is a seasonal marriage.
The wife should have four years after puberty, and then she can marry in the fifth year.
Marry a virgin, so that you may teach her the ways of affection.
Try your hardest to marry someone who lives near you.
And take a good look all around you, so that you will not marry someone who will become the occasion for jokes by your neighbors.
There is no better possession for a man than a wife
who is good. And there is nothing worse than a bad one,
one who sneaks away the dinner for herself. The man, no matter how strong he may be,
is burned out by the fire of such a woman. No need for a torch! And she brings him to a raw old age.
Guard against the anger of the blessed immortals.
Do not make a comrade equal to a brother.
But if you do, you should not beat him to it by hurting him first.
And do not lie just to please your tongue. But if he wrongs you first,
either saying or doing something that is contrary to your thūmosheart, spirit,
then be mindfulmemnēmenos to repay him double. But if he
takes you back into the state of being philoifriends, near-and-dear ones, and is ready to offer dikējustice; judgment,
then accept him. A wretched man is he who makes different
philoifriends, near-and-dear ones at different times. Let not your noosmind, intuition make into a lie your appearanceof friendship.
Avoid the reputation of having too many xenoiguest-strangers or none at all.
Or of being the companion of wretched people. Or of being one who brings a quarrelneikos against noble people.
Do not ever bring yourself to reproachingmaking oneidos against a man for having baneful poverty, the kind that eats away at the thūmosheart, spirit.
Itthe poverty is sent by the blessed immortals.
The best treasure for mortals is a tongue that is sparing.
And the greatest kharisgrace, favor is a tongue that moves in moderation.
For if you say something bad, soon you will hear something spoken about you that is even worse.
Do not be stormy at a banquet attended by many xenoiguest-strangers.
When ita banquet is a common effort, the gratification is very great and the expense is very small.
Do not pour a libation of bright-colored wine to Zeus after dawn
with unwashed hands. Nor should you do so to any other immortal.
Otherwise, they will not heed your prayers but will spit them back.
Do not stand upright, with your face turned toward the sun, when you urinate.
Be mindfulmemnēmenos to do so after itthe sun sets and before it rises.
And if you are travelingat nighttime, do not urinate either on the road or off the road,
and do not get naked. The nights belong to the blessed onesthe gods.
The godly person, who knows what is sensible, does it squatting.
Or else, he goes to the wall of an enclosed court.
Do not expose your genitals, splattered with semen, inside your house
when you approach the fireplace. Avoid this.
When you return from a funeral where words of bad omen have been uttered,
do not try to beget a descendant. But do so after a banquet of the gods.
Do not ever cross the beautifully running streams of ever-flowing rivers
on foot before you pray, keeping your eye on the beautiful streams
and having washed your hands in the lovely clear water.
Whoever crosses a river with hands unwashed of wickedness
incurs the anger of the gods, who will cause him pains in the future.
From the five-branched one, at a festive banquet of the gods,
do not cut the withered from the green with gleaming iron.
Do not put the wine-pouring vessel on top of the wine-mixing vessel
when people are drinking. For a baneful fate results in compensation for this.
When you build a house, do not leave it rough-hewn.
Otherwise, a cawing crow may roost on it and make a croaking sound.
From cauldrons that do not have the correct ritual words pronounced over them,
do not take anything to eat or to wash with. For there is a retribution in compensation for these acts.
As for things that it is sacrilegious to disturb by moving, it is not good
to let a twelve-year-old boy sit on them. It makes a man unmanly.
Nor let a twelve-month-old boy do so. For here too a similar thing happens.
A man should not wash himself in water that has been used by a woman for her ablutions.
In the course of time, there is a baneful retribution in compensation for this act as well.
When you come upon sacrificial offerings all ablaze
do not engage in mockerymōmos of the fire-ritual. The god is angry at this as well.
Do not urinate into the streams of rivers that flow towards the sea,
nor into springs. Avoid it at all costs.
And do not relieve yourself into them. It is not a very good thing to do that.
Act this way, and you will avoid the ominous talk of men—a thing to be dreaded.
For ominous talk is a bad thing. It gets off the ground easily,
very easily, but it is burdensome thing to bear, and it is hard to put aside.
Ominous talk never completely dies down, since many
will utter it. Ominous talk is even a god.
Take care to mark the daysof the month, which come from Zeus, giving each day its due.
Do this for your servants. The thirtieth day of the month is best
for inspecting different kinds of work that have to be done and for apportioning food-supplies.
This is the day that people spend by sorting outkrinein what is alētheiatruth and what is not.
For what I now tell you are the days of Zeus the Planner.
To begin with, the first, fourth, and the seventh are each a holy day
—it was on the seventh that Leto gave birth to Apollo of the golden sword.
So too the eighth and the ninth. And yet, these two days of the waxing part of the month
are particularly good for various kinds of work by mortals.
The eleventh and the twelfth are both good
for shearing sheep and for gathering the benign grain.
But the twelfth is much better than the eleventh.
It is on that day that the spider, levitating in the air, spins its web
in full day, while the Knowledgeable One amasses her pile.
On that day a woman should set up her loom and get on with her work.
Avoid the thirteenth day of the waxing part of the month
for beginning to sow. But it is the best day for getting your plants bedded in.
The sixth day of the middle of the month is very unfavorable for plants,
but it is good for giving birth to male descendants. As for females, it is not at all favorable
either to be born at all on that day or to get married.
Nor is the first sixth day an appropriate one for a girl to be born.
But, for gelding kid goats and sheep
it is a kindly day. Also for making an enclosure for the sheep.
It is good for the birth of a boy, but such a child will grow up liking to utter words of mocking reproach,
which are lies, crafty words, and stealthy relations.
On the eighth day of the month geld the boar and the loud-roaring bull.
Do the same with the work-enduring asses on the twelfth.
On the Great Twentieth, a full day, a knowledgeable man
should be born. Such a man is very sound in his noosmind, intuition.
The tenth is favorable for a boy to be born; for a girl, it is the fourth
of the mid-month. On that day, sheep and shambling horned oxen,
as well as the sharp-toothed dog and work-enduring asses,
are to be tamed to the touch of the hand. But take care in your thūmosheart, spirit
to avoid the fourth of the beginning and ending of the month.
Do not have your heart eaten away with troubles on this day, which is very much a day when the gods bring things to fulfillment.
On the fourth of the month bring home your wedded wife,
having sorted out the bird-omens, which are best for doing this.
Avoid fifth days. They are harsh and ominous.
For they say that it was on the fifth that the Erinyes assisted
at the birth of HorkosOath, to whom Eris gave birth, to be a pain to those who break an oath.
On the seventh of the mid-month cast the sacred grain of Demeter
upon the smoothed-over threshing floor, looking carefully about you.
Have the woodman cut beams for the rooms in your house
and plenty of ship-timbers which are suitable for ships.
On the fourth, begin to build sleek ships.
The ninth of the mid-month is better when evening approaches.
But the first ninth is the most painless for humans.
It is good for conception and for being born
for man and woman alike. It is never a completely bad day.
Or again, few people know that the thrice-nine of the month is best
for opening a wine-jar and for putting yokes on the necks
of oxen, mules, and swift-footed horses,
or for hauling a swift ship with many oars down to the wine-colored pontosthe sea.
Few give it its alēthēstrue name.
Open your jar on the fourth. The fourth of the mid-month is the most holy of them all.
Again, few do itgive it its true name. I mean the after-twentythe twenty-first, which is best
when dawn comes. As evening approaches, it is less good.
These, then, are the days, a great blessing for earth-bound men.
The others fall in between. There is no doom attached to them, and they bring nothing.
Different people praise different days, but few really know.
Sometimes the day is a step-mother, and sometimes it is a mother.
With respect to all of these days, eudaimōnblessed with a good daimōn and olbiosblessed, prosperous is he who
knows all these things as he works the land, without being responsible to the immortals for any evil deed,
as he sorts outkrinein the bird-omens, and as he avoids any acts of transgression.
Translation by Gregory Nagy, from the Sourcebook of Original Greek Texts of the Center for Hellenic Studies, Harvard University, shared under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial license. The bracketed transliterations and endnotes of the original are rendered here as hover-glosses and margin notes.