Anacreonta 47
“I might be an old man
But I drink more than these kids.
And if you ask me to dance,
I make like Silenus
Dancing in the middle of the floor
Holding my flask like a scepter.
Since my fennel-stalk is weak.
Anyone want to fight?
Let him come out and try me.
Mix the honey-sweet wine
In the cup, Son,
And bring it to me.”
ἐγὼ γέρων μέν εἰμι,
νέων πλέον δὲ πίνω·
κἂν δεήσῃ με χορεύειν,
Σειληνὸν ἐν μέσοισι
μιμούμενος χορεύσω
σκῆπτρὸν ἔχων τὸν ἀσκόν·
ὁ νάρθηξ δ᾿ οὐδέν ἐστιν.
ὁ μὲν θέλων μάχεσθαι
παρέστω καὶ μαχέσθω.
ἐμοὶ κύπελλον, ὦ παῖ,
μελίχρουν οἶνον ἡδὺν
ἐγκεράσας φόρησον.
