Music of Ancient Greece – p. 10 a/b verso (…) sen carrying in the arms… (…) oi you with free… (…) with longing, young, someone… (…) on of the devil, who to you also… (…) many indulged by all the Achaeans. (…) oun idiot… to run a… mat'o th… indefatigable… (…) o…nthen… (…) to the girl… (…) with joyous… c/ (…) yo…y…one… (…) tek…ort…poro… (…) aire…e phil… (…) tis…gin… d/ (…) ta… (…) aros so that… (…) ain ed… e/ (…) sen like epha… (…) by valleys… (…) ain ed… f/ (…) tais da… (…) concave… (…) he says the men… (…) ousa…ana… (…) as na… 5b) VIENNA PAPYRUS G 13763/1494 (…) tan ta… (…) eotia… (…) of Zeus… (…) st… (…) o…thasa… (… … …) in common d…
Music of Ancient Greece – p. 11 6) HYMN TO THE SON, Mesomedes of Crete Let the heavens be silent, the earth, the sea, the winds. Mountains, valleys, echoes and the sons of birds, keep silent! Phoebus of the long and beauteous hair is coming. Father of the dawn, with eye of dazzling white, you, with the glorious golden tresses, lead your rosy chariot along the limitless roads of the sky, following the winged footprints of the steeds, intertwining your curling rays, surrounding the whole earth with your resplendent light. Your rivers of immortal fire give life to the smiling day. For your, the imperturbable chorus of stars dances on Olympus accompanying their free melody on Phoebus' lyre; and in front, the pale Moon leads the rhythmic times of the seasons by the cadenced movement of white calves. Your benevolent spirit rejoices in turning the myriad-robed earth. 7) HYMN TO THE MUSE, Mesomedes of Crete Sing, Muse, dear to me, and prelude my own song. Let a breeze come forth from your groves, make my soul tremble. O wise Calliope who directs the gracious Muses, and you whose wisdom initiates the mysteries, Son of Latona, Delian, Paean, help me with your favor. 8) HYMN TO NEMESIS, Mesomedes of Crete [Words omitted in performance] Winged Nemesis, turner of the scales of life, blue-eyed goddess, daughter of justice, who, with your unbending bridle, dominate the vain arrogance of men and, loathing man's fatal vanity, obliterate black envy; beneath your wheel, unstable and leaving no imprint, the fate of men is tossed; you who come, unnoticed, in an instant, to subdue the insolent head. You measure life with your hand, and with frowning brows, hold the yoke. We glorify you, Nemesis, immortal goddess, Victory of the unfurled wings, powerful, infallible, who shares the altar of justice and, furious at human pride, casts man into the abyss of Tartarus. 9) MICHIGAN PAPYRUS 2958 Nothing, O beloved, if it is that in the heart… (…) t…someone, if once by a younger… in the tomb. Sometimes you said that… That which to him who is close, no matter where so…os ik… (… … …) (…) beloved… (…) to to you by chance o…r…tha…s…tell me clearly, tell me… (…) of those whose deliverance has come. What return?… (…) earth here to me. Of that which has appeared… (…) explain to them, explain, how good… (…) et the joy of the unexpected does not exist… (…) resplendent now… And in turn something else causes me again to hurry toward us… (continued)
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