Translated by Steven J. Willett
This is the head of Polyphemus, either Greek or Roman, Hellenistic or Imperial period, c.150BC or later
Note: The singers in the contest are Daphnis the herdsman and Damoetas, whom we do not encounter anywhere else in Theocritus. The poem is addressed to Aratus, who also appears in VII.98ff as a friend of ‘Simichidas,’ the narrator of VII. The identification of this man with the famous poet Aratus is possible but cannot be proven. The theme of both songs is the love-affaire between the Cyclops Polyphemus and the Nereid Galatea, and this topic also appears in XI.
Theocritus was born c.300BC in Syracuse, Sicily, and died sometime after 260BC. He was the creator of pastoral poetry, some of which were termed Idylls or Εἰδύλλια. It’s clear that two early collections of his work were assembled, one of doubtful authorship that formed the corpus of bucolic poetry, and one of strict authorial composition by Theocritus.
Damoetas and Daphnis the goatherd once to the same place
gathered, Aratus, the herd together. One of them had a chin
golden, while the other a beard half-grown; and at a spring both
seating themselves in midday summer thus did they sing.
First began Daphnis, since he had first challenged the match.
She surely, Polyphemus, pelts the flock your own Galatea
with apples, calling you “Stone-hearted lover and goatherd.”
And you don’t look at her, wretched fool, but are seated
sweetly piping. But once again, look, she pelts the dog
that follows you as sentry for the sheep; and it barks
looking at the sea, and the beautiful waves reflect it
in bounding along the gently splashing seashore.
Watch out it does not spring upon the maiden’s legs
as she emerges from the sea and tear her lovely skin.
And from there she pampers herself; as from thorns
the dry thistledown, when the fair summer parches it,
she flees the lover and pursues after the non-lover,
and moves the stone from a sacred line; for truly in love
many a time, o Polyphemus, things foul have seemed fair.
Then Damoetas raised his voice and began to sing.
I saw, by Pan, when she was pelting over the flock,
she didn’t escape me, not by my one sweet eye, and with it
may I see to the end (let seer Telemus who declared the bane
carry the bane home, and keep it for his children);
but I myself to tease her back am not going to stare,
but tell her that I have another woman; and hearing that
she’s jealous, O Pan, and wastes away, and from the sea
she’s frantic searching all around for my caves and flocks.
And I hissed at the dog to bark at her; for when I loved her,
he whimpered after settling his muzzle on her lap.
And perhaps, seeing me do these things, she’ll often send
a messenger. But I shall bar the door, until she swear
to spread for me the lovely bedding on this island;
for certainly I don’t have a foul shape as they tell me.
For lately I gazed into the sea, and it was serene,
and fair was the beard, and fair my single eye
as judged by me, and clearly showed, that my teeth
reflected a whiter sunbeam than Parian marble.
And to avoid an evil boast, I spat thrice on my breast;
for the old hag Cotyttaris had taught this to me.
Saying such great things, Damoetas kissed Daphnis
and gave him a pipe, and Daphnis a fair flute to him.
Damoetas played the flute, and herdsman Daphnis piped;
the calves then straightway danced about the soft grass.
Neither won a victory, but invincible were they both.