οὐ γὰρ ἐγώ γέ τί φημι τέλος χαριέστερον εἶναι
ἢ ὅτ᾽ ἐυφροσύνη μὲν ἔχῃ κάτα δῆμον ἅπαντα,
δαιτυμόνες δ᾽ ἀνὰ δώματ᾽ ἀκουάζωνται ἀοιδοῦ
ἥμενοι ἑξείης, παρὰ δὲ πλήθωσι τράπεζαι
σίτου καὶ κρειῶν, μέθυ δ᾽ ἐκ κρητῆρος ἀφύσσων
οἰνοχόος φορέῃσι καὶ ἐγχείῃ δεπάεσσι:
τοῦτό τί μοι κάλλιστον ἐνὶ φρεσὶν εἴδεται εἶναι.
Homer, The Odyssey, 9.5-11
No, for me, there is nothing so gracious than when countrymen make merry, sitting together as guests in the home, listening one after another to the bard, and by them on the table, whole-bread and meat, and a wine-bearer drawing wine into the cups: This seems to me such a fair thing.
Such a fair thing, indeed...
ReplyDeleteNicely done.