Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Sulpicia 2 (Tibullus 3.9)

Parce meo iuueni, seu quis bona pascua campi
seu colis umbrosi deuia montis aper,
neu tibi sit duros acuisse in proelia dentes;
incolumem custos hunc mihi seruet Amor.
Sed procul abducit uenandi Delia cura:  5
o pereant siluae deficiantque canes!
Quis furor est, quae mens, densos indagine colles
claudentem teneras laedere uelle manus?
Quidue iuuat furtim latebras intrare ferarum
candidaque hamatis crura notare rubis?  10
Sed tamen, ut tecum liceat, Cerinthe, uagari,
ipsa ego per montes retia torta feram,
ipsa ego uelocis quaeram uestigia cerui
et demam celeri ferrea uincla cani.
Tunc mihi, tunc placeant siluae, si, lux mea, tecum  15
arguar ante ipsas concubuisse plagas:
tunc ueniat licet ad casses, inlaesus abibit,
ne ueneris cupidae gaudia turbet, aper.
Nunc sine me sit nulla Venus, sed lege Dianae,
caste puer, casta retia tange manu:  20
et, quaecumque meo furtim subrepit amori,
incidat in saeuas diripienda feras.
At tu uenandi studium concede parenti,
et celer in nostros ipse recurre sinus.


Spare my young man, wild boar, whether you inhabit good pastures
of a plain or the remote shadows of a mountain,
Let it not be yours to have whetted your teeth in battle;
Let Amor the guardian save this man unharmed for me.
But Diana leads him away with a love of hunting:
o let her woods perish and her dogs pass away!
What madness it is, what insanity, to wish to hurt his delicate hands
by encircling a blockade on the densely wooded hills with a hunting band?
Who assists to enter secretly the hiding places of wild animals
 and to scratch the white limbs of a thorny bramble?
But neverthelss, as it is pleasing for me to be with you, Cerinthus, to wander,
I myself will carry the twisted snare through the mountains,
I myself will seek the tracks of the swift deer
and I will take away the iron fetters of the lightning-fast dog.
Then for me, then let the woods plase, if, my darling, with you
I am accused of having had sex with you before the traps themselves:
then it is permitted that the wild boar comes to the traps, takes off unhurt,
lest the joy of our passionate lovemaking disturb it.
Now without me let there be no Venus, but in accordance with the law of Diana,
you a chaste boy, touch the pure snares with your hand:
and, let any woman who secretly creeps up on my love,
fall among savage wild animals and be torn apart.
But you forgive the zeal of my venal parent,
and quickly run to my embrace.

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