A marriage? Whether of gods or mortals?
If this be utterable!
Why dost thou ask
What I may not declare?
And shall he quit
The throne of all the worlds, by a new spouse
She will bear to him a child,
And he shall be in might more excellent
Than his progenitor.
And he will find
No way to parry this strong stroke of fate?
None save my own self-when these bonds are loosed.
And who shall loose them if Zeus wills not?
Of thine own seed.
How say'st thou? Shall a child
Of mine release thee?
Son of thine, but son
The thirteenth generation shall beget.
A prophecy oracularly dark.
Then seek not thou to know thine own fate.
Tender me not a boon to snatch it from me.
Of two gifts thou hast asked one shall be thine.
What gifts? Pronounce and leave to me the choice.
Nay, thou are free to choose. Say, therefore, whether
I shall declare to thee thy future woes
Or him who shall be my deliverer.
Nay, but let both be granted! Unto her
That which she chooseth, unto me my choice,
That I, too, may have honour from thy lips.
First unto her declare her wanderings,
And unto me him who shall set thee free;
'Tis that I long to know.
I will resist
No further, but to your importunacy
All things which ye-desire to learn reveal.
And, Io, first to thee I will declare
Thy far-driven wanderings; write thou my words
In the retentive tablets of thy heart.
When thou hast crossed the flood that flows between
And is the boundary of two continents,