Nature
Book IX, 562
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
The parrot that talks with human voice, taking leave of his wicker cage, flew to the woods on his many-coloured wings, and ever assiduous in greeting famous Caesar, did not forget that name even in the mountains. All the birds, sharpening their wits to learn, strove among each other which should be the first to say “Chaire”! to the god. Orpheus made the beasts obey him in the hills, and now every bird tunes its voice for thee, Caesar, unbidden.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Mytilene, Crinagoras of. “Book IX, 562.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/crinagoras/44/.
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