Odes of Anacreon
XLIII (43)
THE CICADA
We say: "Happy Cicada!"
As soon as, on the treetops,
You have drunk a few drops of dew,
Like a queen, you sing.
Because, it is yours, all
that you see in the fields
and that the forests produce.
You are the friend of the plowmen,
Doing them no harm;
Thou art worshiped by mortals,
Sweet Prophetess of Summer.
The Muses cherish you,
He also cherishes you, Phebus,
Who endowed you with a harmonious voice.
Old age does not overwhelm you.
Wise, daughter of the Earth, lover of songs,
Impassive, without flesh or blood,
You are, or little by little, equal to the Gods.
Translated from French version
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Anacreon (c. 582 – c. 485 BC) was a Greek lyric poet, notable for his drinking songs and erotic poems. I listened to a scholar on youtube comparing Anacreon to the ancient Persian poets like Rumi and Hafiz
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coming from the bowles of the earth. The sole purpose is survival. And they are superbly fit to carry on Darwin. Good post, thanks.
