ἀργυρέη κρηνίς με, τὸν οὐκέτι μακρὰ βοῶντα
βάτραχον, οἰνηραῖς ἔσχεν ὑπὸ σταγόσιν
κεῖμαι δ᾽ ἐν Νύμφαις, κείναις φίλος, οὐδὲ Λυαίῳ
ἐχθρός, ὑπ᾽ ἀμφοτέρων λουόμενος σταγόσιν.

ὀψὲ ποτ᾽ εἰς Διόνυσον ἐκώμασα. φεῦ τίνες ὕδωρ
πίνουσιν, μανίην σώφρονα μαινόμενοι.

— Paton edition

I am a frog, now no longer croaking continually,
placed under the shower of wine from the silver
spout.¹ I lie in the water, whose friend I am, but
no enemy to Bacchus, and I am washed by the drops
of both. Too late in life I went revelling to
Dionysus. Alas for those who drink water: they
are mad but with a temperate madness!²

— Paton edition

I am a frog, now no longer croaking continually,
placed under the shower of wine from the silver
spout.¹ I lie in the water, whose friend I am, but
no enemy to Bacchus, and I am washed by the drops
of both. Too late in life I went revelling to
Dionysus. Alas for those who drink water: they
are mad but with a temperate madness!²

— Paton edition

ἀργυρέη κρηνίς με, τὸν οὐκέτι μακρὰ βοῶντα
βάτραχον, οἰνηραῖς ἔσχεν ὑπὸ σταγόσιν
κεῖμαι δ᾽ ἐν Νύμφαις, κείναις φίλος, οὐδὲ Λυαίῳ
ἐχθρός, ὑπ᾽ ἀμφοτέρων λουόμενος σταγόσιν.

ὀψὲ ποτ᾽ εἰς Διόνυσον ἐκώμασα. φεῦ τίνες ὕδωρ
πίνουσιν, μανίην σώφρονα μαινόμενοι.

— Paton edition