Death & Dying
Book VII, 419
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
Go noiselessly by, stranger; the old man sleeps among the pious dead, wrapped in the slumber that is the lot of all. This is Meleager, the son of Eucrates, who linked sweet tearful Love and the Muses with the merry Graces. Heavenborn Tyre and Gadara’s holy soil reared him to manhood, and beloved Cos of the Meropes tended his old age. If you are a Syrian, Salam if you are a Phoenician, Naidius if you area Greek, Chaire! (Hail) and say the same yourself.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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