Within the streams, Pausanias saith,
That down Cocytus valley flow,
Girdling the grey domain of Death,
The spectral fishes come and go;
The ghosts of trout flit to and fro.
Persephone, fulfil my wish,
And grant that in the shades below
My ghost may land the ghosts of fish.

Φη λογοποιος ανήρ, δνοφερων εντοσθε ρεέθρων
οσσα πέριξ Αιδην εις ’Αχέροντα ρέει
ιχθύες ως αν’ αφεγγες υδωρ σκιαι αισσουσιν
ειδωλ’ ειδώλοις νηχόμενα πτερύγων.
Φερσεφόνη, συ θανόντι δ’ εμοι κρήηνον εέλδωρ,
καν Αιδη σκιερους ιχθύας εξερύσαι.

L. C.

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