Last night, when we said good night,
Moeris embraced me;
I’m not sure if it really happened, or if it were a dream;
I know all the rest, what he said to me and such,
But if it’s true, and if he kissed me, then
how can I have been made a god
And still walk upon the earth?
Vespertina Maeris me, qua nobis valedicimus hora,
nescio utrum vere, an in somnis, amplexus est.
Iam enim cetera quidem valde aperte sensi,
et quidquid mihi dixit, et quidquid sciscitatus est:
an vero me et osculatus sit, signum quaero: si enim verum est,
quomodo divus factus erro his in terris?
--Strato, Greek Anthology XII.177; Translated into Latin by Hugo Grotius
ἑσπερίην Μοῖρίς με, καθ᾽ ἣν ὑγιαίνομεν ὥρην,
οὐκ οἶδ᾽ εἴτε σαφῶς, εἴτ᾽ ὄναρ, ἠσπάσατο.
ἤδη γὰρ τὰ μὲν ἄλλα μάλ᾽ ἀτρεκέως ἐνόησα,
χὠκόσα μοι προσέφη, χὠκός ἐπυνθάνετο
εἰ δέ με καὶ πεφίληκε τεκμαίρομαι: εἰ γὰρ ἀληθές,
πῶς ἀποθειωθεὶς πλάζομ᾽ ἐπιχθόνιος;
--Strato, Greek
Anthology XII.177; Translated into Latin by Hugo Grotius
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