Thursday, January 11, 2024
The Fatherland
Euripides, fragment 817 Kannicht (from Phoenix; my translation):
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And you, ancestral land of my forefathers,
hail! For to a man, even if he is overcome by troubles,
there is no ground sweeter than that which nourished him.
σὺ δ’, ὦ πατρῴα χθὼν ἐμῶν γεννητόρων,
χαῖρ’· ἀνδρὶ γάρ τοι, κἂν ὑπερβάλλῃ κακοῖς,
οὐκ ἔστι τοῦ θρέψαντος ἥδιον πέδον.
