Prevod
Now, as the linen-robed goddess, she is worshipped by thronging crowds; now Epaphus is at last believed to have sprung from the seed of mighty Jove, and throughout the cities he shares temples with his mother. His equal in spirit and years was Phaethon, child of the Sun. Once, when Phaethon boasted, refusing to yield to him, proud of Phoebus as his father, Inachus’ descendant could not bear it. “You fool,” he said, “you believe everything your mother says, and swell with pride in a father who is not yours.”
Phaethon blushed, and shame held back his anger. He brought Epaphus’ taunts to his mother Clymene. “And to make your grief still greater, Mother,” he said, “I, so outspoken, I, so bold, said nothing. I am ashamed that such insults could be spoken against us, and that I could not refute them. But if I truly come of heavenly stock, give me proof of that high birth, and claim my place in heaven.”
He spoke and wound his arms around his mother’s neck, and by his own life, by Merops’ life, and by his sisters’ wedding torches, begged her to give him some sign of his true father. Clymene, moved more by Phaethon’s entreaties or by anger at the charge against herself—who can say?—stretched both arms to heaven and, gazing at the sunlight, said: “By this radiance, glorious with flashing rays, which hears and sees us, my son, I swear to you: you were fathered by this Sun you see, this Sun who governs the world. If I speak falsely, may he deny me the sight of himself, and may this be the last daylight my eyes behold.
Nor will it take you long to reach your father’s home: his dwelling, where he rises, borders on our land. If your heart urges you, go and ask him yourself.” At these words from his mother, Phaethon at once sprang up in joy, his thoughts already soaring to heaven. He passed through his own Ethiopia and India, lying beneath the blazing stars, and eagerly approached his father’s place of rising.
Izvirnik
Source ID: ovid_metamorphoses_story_009 Citation: Ovid, Metamorphoses 1.747-1.779 Original language: Latin Source: PerseusDL canonical-latinLit Source URL: https://github.com/PerseusDL/canonical-latinLit/blob/master/data/phi0959/phi006/phi0959.phi006.perseus-lat2.xml Segmentation certainty: medium 747: Nunc dea linigera colitur celeberrima turba, 748: nunc Epaphus magni genitus de semine tandem 749: creditur esse Iovis, perque urbes iuncta parenti 750: templa tenet. Fuit huic animis aequalis et annis 751: Sole satus Phaethon. Quem quondam magna loquentem 752: nec sibi cedentem Phoeboque parente superbum
753: non tulit Inachides, “matri” que ait “omnia demens 754: credis et es tumidus genitoris imagine falsi.” 755: Erubuit Phaethon iramque pudore repressit 756: et tulit ad Clymenen Epaphi convicia matrem; 757: “quo” que “magis doleas genetrix,” ait “ille ego liber, 758: ille ferox tacui. Pudet haec opprobria nobis 759: et dici potuisse et non potuisse refelli. 760: At tu, si modo sum caelesti stirpe creatus, 761: ede notam tanti generis meque adsere caelo.”
762: Dixit et inplicuit materno bracchia collo 763: perque suum Meropisque caput taedasque sororum 764: traderet oravit veri sibi signa parentis. 765: Ambiguum, Clymene, precibus Phaethontis an ira 766: mota magis dicti sibi criminis utraque caelo 767: bracchia porrexit spectansque ad lumina solis 768: “per iubar hoc” inquit “radiis insigne coruscis, 769: nate, tibi iuro, quod nos auditque videtque, 770: hoc te, quem spectas, hoc te, qui temperat orbem, 771: Sole satum. Si ficta loquor, neget ipse videndum 772: se mihi, sitque oculis lux ista novissima nostris.
773: Nec longus patrios labor est tibi nosse penates: 774: unde oritur, domus est terrae contermina nostrae. 775: Si modo fert animus, gradere et scitabere ab ipso.” 776: Emicat extemplo laetus post talia matris 777: dicta suae Phaethon et concipit aethera mente, 778: Aethiopasque suos positosque sub ignibus Indos 779: sidereis transit patriosque adit inpiger ortus.
