Note: The Titles given for the sub-sections in the translation do not appear in the original Latin text, and have been added by the translator. Achilles hid his manhood in women’s clothes. can scarcely save the wreckage of his mangled boat. he held her clasped high to his loving heart. 30 Stücke von Ovid: 12,90 E; Kontakt: siehe auch: Provocative and light-hearted in tone, it caused offence, and was possibly a factor in, or at least an excuse for, Ovid’s later banishment by Augustus. The table laid for a feast also gives you an opening: There’s something more than wine you can look for there. to command the wine to bring your head no harm. So far, riding her unequal wheels, the Muse has taught you. or whoever’s the sort of man who needs a man. The happy crowd of youths and girls will watch. Often rosy Love has clasped Bacchus’s horns. That punishment will return on your own head. like a Maenad roused by the Boeotian god, they say. lest they flee to safety as they did before. then the tender Kid is merged with the ocean wave: it’s best to hold off then: then he who trusts the deep. Though well aware of the importance of the distinction to be made between Ovid and the praeceptor (a distinction that Ovid himself emphasises in Tristia 2), I use the word ‘Ovid’ for the most part in this paper rather than ‘the praeceptor ’ for the sake of stylistic convenience. See, I augur your triumph: I’ll reply with a votive song. p. 95 p. 96 p. 97. and not one showed the colour she had before. since the girl is touched through the rules of the place. Hercules was a child when he crushed two serpents. So go on, and send your letter’s flattering words. how the girl of Scyros mated Achilles the hero. How you wish that brow of yours could bear horns! A girl suitable for your eyes is to be searched for. and to avoid offering your words to odious ears. Romulus, alone, knew what was fitting for soldiers: I’ll be a soldier, if you give me what suits me. the innocent thing dragged under the arching yoke. and suffers as harmful evils the cowardly delays. And she who might have been forced, and escapes unscathed. Still, while she’s giving and taking messages. and said: ‘Now, how can she please my lord? and the spirited horse’s teeth worn by the bit. It’s a safe well-trodden path to deceive in a friend’s name. Ovid - The Amores Book I - in a new freely downloadable translation and are pleased too when trouble comes to others. delay the thing: then winter’s harsh, the Pleiades are here. The next task is to make sure that she likes you: the third, to see to it that the love will last. I make those Armenians, that’s Persia’s Danaan crown: that was a town in the hills of Achaemenia. … Ars Amatoria: The Art of Love by Ovid, translated by J. Lewis May. Ovid. Site also includes wide selection of works by other authors. not just to defend some trembling client: like the crowd, the grave judge, the elected senate. is to find out who you might wish to love. William_f02_ Line-by-line translation of lines 1-58 of "Ars Amatoria" (Advice For Would-Be Lovers) Key Concepts: Terms in this set (57) quaerenda est oculis apta puella tuis. so it’s pleasant to have what someone else has started. and trembled like a light reed in a marshy pool. 1965); F. W. Lenz’s two Paravia editions (Ars: Turin, 1969; Rem. it will be thought excessive wine’s to blame. the thin headband, the ankle-covering dress. Title: Ars Amatoria, or The Art Of Love Literally Translated into English Prose, with Copious Notes Author: Ovid Translator: Henry T. Riley Release Date: December 16, 2014 [EBook #47677] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ARS AMATORIA, OR THE ART OF LOVE *** Produced by David Widger … © Copyright 2000-2020 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. So on the sacred bed the god and his bride meet. Whether they give or not, they’re delighted to be asked: And even if you fail, you’ll escape unharmed. Judge jewellery, and fabric stained with purple. Despite the actions against the work, it continues to be studied in college courses on Latin literature. There are as many manners of heart as kinds of face: and like Proteus now, melt into the smooth waters. and then was hidden by the covering bark: oozing those tears, that pour from the tree as fragrance. Ovid's Erotic Poems offers a modern English translation of the Amores and Ars Amatoria that retains the irreverent wit and verve of the original. If you’d please Minos, don’t seek out adulterers: If you want to cheat your husband, cheat with a man! don’t let her sit all beautiful in the theatre row without you: what you’ll look at is the way she holds her arms. Simplicity: all art dispelled by the god. as Methymna’s grapes, as fishes in the sea. Deceive deceivers: for the most part an impious tribe: let them fall themselves into the traps they’ve set. and turned back his chariot and horses towards Dawn. wounded by their own example, let women grieve. A. S. Kline © Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved. if by chance a speck of dust falls in the girl’s lap. Book II. to defeat the other two beneath Ida’s slopes: from an enemy land: a Greek wife in Trojan walls: all swore the prescribed oath to the injured husband: now one man’s grief became a nation’s cause. All of Ovid's works were burned by Savonarola in Florence, Italy in 1497; an English translation of the Ars amatoria was seized by U.S. Customs in 1930. knows the waters where the most fish spawn: You too, who search for the essence of lasting love. Remember Byblis, who burned with incestuous love. P. Ovidius Naso, Ars Amatoria various, Ed. Don’t forget to look at who’s sitting behind you. Let your speech be credible, use ordinary words. And applaud, the man who dances the girl’s part: When she rises, rise: while she’s sitting, sit: Don’t delight in curling your hair with tongs. Buy on Amazon $11.95 Translation Sheets (with Macrons) Click on the link above for a PDF with translation sheets for book 1 of the Ars Amatoria… is your first care: she’ll smooth your way. If tears (they don’t always come at the right time). It’s not always safe to capture tender girls: If her birthday’s here, or the April Kalends. Secret love’s just as pleasing to women as men. This is Julian May's translation of Ovid's 'erotic' works: The Amores (the Loves), Ars Amatoria (the Art of Love), Remedia Amoris (The Cure for Love) and the fragmentary Medicamina Faciei Feminae (Women's Facial Cosmetics). that imaginary gem that fell from her pierced ear? Paris saw the goddesses in the light, a cloudless heaven, when he said to Venus: ‘Venus, you win, over them both.’. Gravity. flattering though, speak as if you were present. Marlowe's translation; Wikisource translation of Amores, David Drake's translation Ah it’s a crime! real child-brides will come before your eyes: if it’s young girls you want, thousands will please you. You may accept or manage cookie usage at any time. and, delighted, held her rival’s entrails in her hand. and whose droplets take their name from the girl. While, to the measure of the homely Etruscan flute. Don’t skip the Memphite temple of the linen-clad heifer: she makes many a girl what she herself was to Jove. Both your fathers, Mars and Caesar, grant you power: Through you one is a god, and one will be. Conditions and Exceptions apply. 8. Take the heavens for dowry: be seen as heavenly stars: and guide the anxious sailor often to your Cretan Crown.’, He spoke, and leapt from the chariot, lest she feared. If you’ve a voice, sing: if your limbs are supple, dance: and please, with whatever you do that’s pleasing. to puff up her cushion with a dextrous touch. They many times ask for gifts, they never give in return: you lose, and you’ll get no thanks for your loss. Jupiter went as a suppliant to the heroines of old: If you find she disdains the advent of your prayerful sighs. What shuns them, they desire the more: they hate what’s there: The hoped-for love should not always be declared: introduce desire hidden in the name of friendship. PLAY. Cowards, don’t count the birthdays of the gods: a Caesar’s courage flowers before its time. and Venus was in the vine, flame in the fire. And though drunkenness is harmful, it’s useful to pretend: make your sly tongue stammer with lisping sounds. There you’ll find one to love, or one you can play with. Ah me, that was boorishness stopped you not modesty. here too, believe me, there’s an even greater crowd. just for the cake, and how often it is her birthday, if she’s in need? and all the peoples of the world were in the City? That she was truly won by force, we must think: She often cried: ‘Stop!’ afterwards, when Achilles hurried on: now he’d taken up stronger weapons than the distaff. he wounds my heart, shakes at me his burning torch. in time the horse learns to suffer the bridle: the curved plough’s lost to the endless furrow. What will happen to me?’ she cried: and the whole shore. So it happens that she who fears to trust an honest man. now wreaths prepare! Your and your country’s father endowed you with arms: the enemy stole his kingship from an unwilling parent: You hold a pious shaft, he a wicked arrow: Justice and piety stick to your standard. Chiron made the young Achilles perfect at the lyre. or felled before the altar, forced to be a false sacrifice. This version was published in 1930 in a 'limited' edition with sensual art deco illustrations by Jean de Bosschere. Perseus brought Andromeda from darkest India. A strong letter often causes her displeasure. the dimness of twilight. Ovid. deserves to lose all that were granted too. asking: would you please not trouble her. So the day will be, when you, beautiful one. What she asks, she fears: what she doesn’t ask, she wants. her elegant fingers, and her slender feet. Conditions and Exceptions apply. She who is taken in love’s sudden onslaught. When the crowded procession of ivory gods goes by. But hide it well: if the informer’s well hidden. And now, my fair young pupils, do as your youthful lovers did awhile ago; upon your trophies write, "Ovid was our master." Sacred Texts Classics Ovid Index Previous Next Buy this Book at when her mistress’s mind is receptive, fit for love. and a neighbour’s herd always has richer milk. when the sun’s in Leo, on the back of Hercules’s lion: or where Octavia added to her dead son Marcellus’s gifts, Don’t miss the Portico that takes its name. Ars Amatoria (The Art of Love) The Art of Love, Ars Amatoria, was written in 2AD as a series of elegies purporting to teach young men and women how to succeed in the game of lovemaking. Arte citae veloque rates remoque moventur, leave off what you’ve begun, retrace your steps. The avenger’s here, the leader, proclaimed, of tender years. She fainted in terror, her next words were stifled: no sign of blood in her almost lifeless body. and swear you’re dying, crazed with love. Her mind will be fit for love when she luxuriates. Your arm’s meant to bear a shield: why does the hand that will slay Hector hold the yarn? You’ll be forced to be unsure of your desires: if you delight greatly in older wiser years. Eurytion the Centaur died, made foolish by the wine: food and drink are fitter for sweet jests. Don’t press her: just let her keep on reading your flattery. they say he greatly feared the aged Centaur. Don’t think it’s hard: each think’s herself desired: the very worst take’s pleasure in her looks. so our fashionable ladies crowd to the famous shows: my choice is often constrained by such richness. It’s fine to start on that day of tears when the Allia. Ovid, Tristia 4.10.33 8. But why fail, when there’s pleasure in new delights. But let your powers be hidden, don’t display your eloquence: let irksome words vanish from your speech. from Livia its creator, full of old masters: or where the daring Danaids prepare to murder their poor husbands. and that she can’t complain that you were harsh. Why - she weeps doesn’t she, mournfully, for a sham loss. so much the fitter am I to avenge the wounds. In time stubborn oxen come to the plough. an Arcadian hound turn his back on a hare. What wise man doesn’t mingle tears with kisses? Ovid: Ars Amatoria (The Art of Love) Trans. where you might choose your love, where to set your nets. then pain and sorrow leave, and wrinkled brows. Ars Amatoria: The Art of Love by Ovid, translated by J. Lewis May Book II. Now secretly surprise her mind with flatteries. Just as she was, from sleep, veiled by her loose robe. Shamefully, though he gave way to a mother’s prayer. Spell. must be taught the places that the girls frequent. Faults are hidden at night: every blemish is forgiven. Award-winning poet Len Krisak captures the music of Ovid's richly textured Latin meters through rhyming couplets that render the verse as playful and agile as it was meant to be. While you’re still free, and can roam on a loose rein, pick one to whom you could say: ‘You alone please me.’. Loading... Unsubscribe from Latein Rezitation? that delight in joining months, Venus’s to Mars, or if the Circus is decorated, not as before. The Bacchantes with loose streaming hair: Behold! If Cretan Aerope had spurned Thyestes’s love. Orion wandered pale, for Side, in the woods. and has plenty of true knowledge of her secret jests. edn. One mode won’t suit you for every age-group: the older hinds spot a trap from further off. Let your mistress’s birthday be one of great terror to you: that’s a black day when anything has to be given. The generals will go before you, necks weighed down with chains. and heavy harrow, underneath the heavens. Book I. carried off Ariadne, without a single pin in his hair. nor a nod of the head to tell you she accepts: You can sit by your lady: nothing’s forbidden. The man must approach first: speak the words of entreaty: she courteously receives his flattering prayers. They say in Egypt the life-giving waters failed. The cow lows to the bull in gentle pastures: the mare whinnies to the hoofed stallion. Your lover can appreciate none of your wealth. Perhaps at first a cool letter comes to you. “Ars Amatoria” (“The Art of Love”) is a collection of 57 didactic poems (or, perhaps more accurately, a burlesque satire on didactic poetry) in three books by the Roman lyric poet Ovid, written in elegiac couplets and completed and published in 1 CE. Some sing ‘O Hymenaeus’, some ‘Bacchus, euhoe!’. Make promises: what harm can a promise do? Behold the suburban woodland temple of Diana. Nec fuge linigerae Memphitica templa iuvencae: Multas illa facit, quod fuit ipsa lovi. External links. Test. Ovid Translation. 25 “Sit modus exilio,” dixit “iustissime Minos: Accipiat cineres terra paterna meos. and you’ll know whatever your lady’s done, and said. Agamemnon who escaped Mars on land, Neptune at sea. often, what was once imagined comes to be. The queen left her marriage bed for woods and fields. No need here for fingers to give secret messages. and the kingdom murder rules with guilty hand. Ovid, Ars Amatoria 1.49 7. The seed’s often more fertile in foreign fields. We use cookies for social media and essential site functions. would be ashamed if all your body was white. Book I Part XVII: Tears, Kisses, and Take the Lead, Book I Part XVIII: Be Pale: Be Wary of Your Friends. Cancel Unsubscribe. The quarry that I was hot upon hath fallen into my toils. Once steadfast you’ll conquer Penelope herself in time: you’ll see Troy captive, though it’s captured late. read this, and learn by reading how to love. If you flee, to win, Parthia, what’s left for you in defeat? Why do you restrain. Then no awnings hung from the marble theatre. Phoebe was taken by force: force was offered her sister: and both, when raped, were pleased with those who raped them. Dai, as translator-cum-publisher, produced a serious translation with thorough footnotes and a scholarly preface (later added). Let Parthia’s cause be lost: and their armies: let my leader add Eastern wealth to Latium. I warn you of this, if art’s skill is to be believed. will be saddened, though her face pretends delight. Then what’s rarest in our age appears to our minds. Why the basket? and as you take it, touch hers with your hand. sister projects: Wikipedia article, Commons category, Wikidata item. Yet the bullock’s neck is bowed beneath the yoke. Now the first task for you who come as a raw recruit. hearts: a thousand minds require a thousand methods. she was made no less beautiful by her tears. hide what you can with skill and ambiguous gestures. Book II Now Io Paean sing! If it was proper for men not to be the first to ask. as it may, let it be flicked away by your fingers: and if there’s nothing, flick away the nothing: let anything be a reason for you to serve her. Phaedra loved Hippolytus: he was unsophisticated: Adonis was dear to the goddess, and fit for the woods. and add her oar to the work of your sails. Hold fast to the stricken fish you’ve caught on the hook: press home the attempt, don’t leave off till you’ve won. Friendship and loyalty empty words. and covered their shaggy hair, as best they could, with leaves. O, be kinder to the ones who feign it, girls: true love will come, out of what was false. Sharrock, A., Seduction and Repetition in Ovid’s Ars Amatoria II (Oxford 1994), 138. fail you, touch your eyes with a wet hand. If you cast lots for drinking, give him the better draw: give him the garland you were crowned with. no sloppy feet for you, swimming in loose hide: don’t mar your neat hair with an evil haircut: let an expert hand trim your head and beard. Myrrha loved her father, but not as a daughter should. She won’t come falling for you out of thin air: the right girl has to be searched for: use your eyes. and to speak with gestures and with glances. Nevertheless, hair dress is an endless point of discussion amongst many women – not only now, … Try wax to pave the way, pour it out on scraped tablets: Bring her your flattering words and play the lover: and, whoever you are, add a humble prayer. Why continually smooth your hair, you foolish woman? while herding the flocks, Ascra, in your valleys: Experience prompts this work: listen to the expert poet: Far away from here, you badges of modesty. Behold! Created by. 9.1", "denarius") All ... Editions/Translations; Author Group; View text chunked by: text: book: line; Table of Contents: Introduction Ovid's Art of Love Book I Book II Book III Ovid 's Remedy of Love Ovid's Art of Beauty. Him and him, they’re generals: and say what names they have. Then she should speak of you, and add persuasive words. But hunt for them, especially, at the tiered theatre: that place is the most fruitful for your needs. Why have a mirror with you, when you seek highland cattle? and shafts the enemy hurl from flying horses. We use cookies for social media and essential site functions. than that the murderous maker should perish by his art. I don’t pick my way over sharp peaks and precipices. what’s left of earth: now the far East will be ours. is that of E. J. Kenney (Oxford, 1961, corr. in both his hands, already worthy of Jupiter in his cradle. is that your eyes catch a glimpse of her legs. Yet he filled her, the king of the herd, deceived. Should anyone here not know the art of love. when the raped Sabines delighted unmarried men. You may accept or manage cookie usage at any time. And don’t forget the shrine of Adonis, Venus wept for. among their pastures and fragrant chosen meadows. The number of times she killed rivals to please the gods, and said, holding the entrails: ‘Go, and please him for me!’. Achilles was moved by prayer to grant Hector’s body to Priam: a god’s anger’s deflected by the voice of prayer. Editions/Translations; Author Group; View text chunked by: text: book: line; Table of Contents: Introduction Ovid's Art of Love Book I Book II Book III Ovid 's Remedy of Love Ovid's Art of Beauty. She shook, like a slender stalk of wheat stirred by the wind. The spear from Pelion’s to be brandished by this hand. It’s not their rivals that lovers fear: flee those you think are friends, and you’ll be safe. They sprang up straightaway, showing their intent by shouting. was held out, at his master’s orders, to be flogged. First let faith enter into your mind: every one of them. The daughter who savaged Nisus’s purple lock. No doubt as there’s a sort of shame in having started first. and who see wounds, themselves receive a wound. Gods are useful: as they’re useful, let’s think they’re there: take wine and incense to the ancient altars: indifferent calm and it’s like, apathy, don’t chain them: live innocently: the divine is close at hand: pay what you owe, hold dutifully to agreements: commit no fraud: let your hands be free from blood. you’ll always secretly know your mistress’s mind. for that husband of hers: Minos was ousted by a bull. and a new case starts, his own cause is the brief. the king gave the watched-for signal for the rape. by A .S. History of Love, by Charles Hopkins Ovid's Amours. Dwight, 5.8. Now I’ll undertake to tell you what pleases her. with clay figurines but with the wealth of kings. Od. She reads and won’t reply? Automedon was skilled with Achilles’s chariot reins. by a wooden cow, and their offspring betrayed its breeding. there was a white bull, glory of the herd. he carried her away: all’s easily possible to a god. or as the bees buzz through the flowers and thyme. Unfortunately my barbershop has no Donald Ducks to read, so I take a book with me in case I have to wait. Never weary of praising her face, her hair. you can reply to all, and more if she asks: and what you don’t know, reply as memory prompts. Et fora conveniunt (quis credere possit?) Award-winning poet Len Krisak captures the music of Ovid's richly textured Latin meters through rhyming couplets that render the verse as playful and agile as it was meant to be. by art the chariot’s swift: love’s ruled by art. and those standards wickedly laid low by barbarians. like the gambler who goes on losing, lest he’s finally lost. Wine rouses courage and is fit for passion: care flies, and deep drinking dilutes it. Often at that time girls captivated men’s wits. carrying their favourite food in their mouths. Ovid #5 Ars amatoria L. I, v1-164 Latin Recitation Latein Rezitation. and that mother bloodstained by her children’s murder? and said to her: ‘Why mar your tender cheeks with tears? We use cookies for essential site functions and for social media integration. And no long nails, and make sure they’re dirt-free: and no hairs please, sprouting from your nostrils. the stage wasn’t stained with saffron perfumes: Then what the shady Palatine provided, leaves. Let it be your wish besides to please the girl’s husband: it’ll be more useful to you to make friends. To be honest, I am not interested at all. And when wine has soaked Cupid’s drunken wings. All these things were driven by woman’s lust: it’s more fierce than ours, and more frenzied. How old were you, Bacchus, who are still a boy. This is the work, the labour, to have her without giving first: and she’ll go on giving, lest she lose what she’s freely given. can be won: you’ll win her, if you only set your snares. Tunc neque marmoreo pendebant vela theatro, Nec fuerant liquido pulpita rubra croco; 105 Illic quas tulerant nemorosa Palatia, frondes Simpliciter positae, scena sine arte fuit; In gradibus sedit populus de caespite factis, Qualibet hirsutas fronde tegente comas. Now the lovely goddess had given her fatal bribe. 1. I’ve done, but there’s diversity in women’s. Just walk slowly under Pompey’s shady colonnade. in the fields: and there were nine years of drought, then Thrasius came to Busiris, and said that Jove. A pale colour would shame a sailor on the ocean wave, and shame the farmer who turns the soil with curved plough. Don’t forget the races, those noble stallions: the Circus holds room for a vast obliging crowd. though it’s a safe well-trodden path, it’s a crime. Ars Amatoria and Remedia Amoris1 - Volume 12. if you can, the true ones, if not the most fitting. Let all lovers be pale: it’s the colour fitting for love: it suits, though fools have thought it of no value. The Court of Love, a tale from Chaucer. Old Silenus, barely astride his swaybacked mule. Ah, how many were tortured by an alien love! That’s my aim, that’s the ground my chariot will cover: that’s the post my thundering wheels will scrape. You’ll be given sure limits for drinking by me: Most of all beware of starting a drunken squabble. But to get to know your desired-one’s maid. I sing what is well-known: not even Crete, the hundred-citied, They say that, with unpractised hands, she plucked. Though he’s below you or beside you, let him always be served first: don’t hesitate to second whatever he says. In one case, fresh from bed, she’ll get busy, in another be tardy. Meanwhile, if she’s being carried, reclining on her bed. Write. Ovid, Ars Amatoria 3, 133- 152: what hair dress fits a woman best. drawing him to his gentle arms, as he lay there. you join here there also, lingering, as a friend: now make as if to lead the way, now drop behind. golden, will go by, drawn by four snowy horses. or wear out some long road to discover them. When Bacchus’s gifts are set before you then, pray to the father of feasts and nocturnal rites. 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