Mar 26, 2015
Herodas 8.1-6
Ἄστηθι, δούλη Ψύλλα• μέχρι τέο κείσῃ ῥέγχουσα; τὴν δὲ χοῖρον αὐονὴ δρύπτει• ἤ προσμενεῖς σύ, μέχρι σευ ἥλιος θάλψῃ τὸν κ]υσὸν ἐσδυς• κῶς δ', ἄτρυτε, κοὐ κάμνεις τὰ πλ]ευρὰ κνώσσουσ'; αἱ δὲ νύκτες ἐννέωροι. ἄστηθ]ι, φημί,
Psylla, slave, get up! How much longer will you lie there snoring away? The pigs are dying of thirst, but you’d stay in bed, until the sun, inching into the room, warms up your butt. Stubborn girl, how don’t your ribs ache from your slumbering? Pssh, nine-hour nights! Get up, I say!