Religion
Book VI, 73
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
I, Darunis the piper, in my shaky old age, my idle hand now heavy, dedicate, now I have ceased from the labours of the fold, my shepherd’s crook to rustic Pan. For still I play on the pipes, still in my trembling body my voice dwells unshaken. But let no goatherd tell the ravenous wolves in the mountains of the feebleness of my old years.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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