translationIt was night, it was separate on both sides with equal room
the bodies are taken away from clothing, with juice of thick oil they shine and having been carried they undertake contests of discus which first Phoebus sent a having been balanced discus into lofty airs it dispersed clouds in places opposite with a weight after a long time it fell back onto solid ground the weight held the skill having been joined together with strengths first without knowing having been put in motion and having been played with desire Taenarides was preparing to lift up the discus but the durable ground threw under that man by a lash having been striked against thy faces, Hyacinthus. He grew pale on an even level which the scanty boy, a god himself, withdrew the having fallen down and he grows warm again by yours only, the sadness merely dries up the wound now he sustains the fleeing mind with the grass having been drawing near They are before no skill: there was an incurable wound as if anyone should break down violets the poppy, or shaggy lilies in the well-watered garden with a reddish yellow speech Suddenly, exhausted if those should down the shriveled head they themselves would not sustain and look towards the ground with their summit thus the dying face lays and the neck having been withdrawn from strength lies down on the shoulder, (the neck) itself is a burden for him Phoebus says, “You will fall, early age of youth having been robbed by Oebalus” “I see your wound as my faults You are the grief and deed of me: my right hand should be inscribed with your death Therefore, I am the author of this destruction for you Which however is my fault, unless to have played is able to be called a fault unless to have loved is able to be called a fault? And oh! if only it was allowed to give back your life on behalf of you but since we are being held by the decree of destiny you will always be (exist) with me and you will stick in remembering speech lyric poetry having been beat and our musics will echo you by my hand as a new flower you will imitate our groans by the having been written that time will exist, by which might the most powerful hero add his (name) in this flower and might it be read upon the same leaf [by the same leaf]” Such things then are being remembered of Apollo by the truthful speech Look! The blood, which having been poured out had marked the grass on the ground it ceases to be blood, the flower springs up more bright than Tyranian purple dye it seizes the beauty which lilies have if the purple color is not in this, it will be silver in that |
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