Epigram 9.361

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(A Homeric Cento)

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μῆτερ ἐμὴ δύσμητερ, ἀπηνέα θυμὸν ἔχουσα,
λίην ἄχθομαι ἕλκος, ὅ με βροτὸς οὔτασεν ἀνήρ
νύκτα δι᾽ ὀρφναίην, ὅτε θ᾽ εὕδουσι βροτοὶ ἄλλοι,
γυμνὸς ἄτερ κόρυθός τε καὶ ἀσπίδος, οὐδ᾽ ἔχεν ἔγχος.

πᾶν δ᾽ ὑπεθερμάνθη ξίφος αἵματι: αὐτὰρ ἔπειτα
οὐρόν τε προέηκεν ἀπήμονά τε λιαρόν τε.

— Paton edition

My cruel-hearted mother, an evil mother to me —
it pains me much, the wound that a mortal man
inflicted on me — in the dark night when other
mortals sleep — naked, without a helmet and shield,
nor had he a spear — and all his sword was bathed in
hot blood — but afterwards he sent forth a gentle and
harmless gale.

— Paton edition

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