1. MENIPPUS: Why are you crying, Tantalus? Why do you stand beside the lake lamenting your lot? TANTALUS: Because, Menippus, I’m dying of thirst.
1. ΜΕΝΙΠΠΟΣ: Τί κλάεις, ὦ Τάνταλε; ἢ τί σεαυτὸν ὀδύρῃ ἐπὶ τῇ λίμνῃ ἑστώς; ΤΑΝΤΑΛΟΣ: Ὅτι, ὦ Μένιππε, ἀπόλωλα ὑπὸ τοῦ δίψους.
MENIPPUS: Are you too lazy to bend your head down and drink, or even, bless us, to scoop the water up with your palm? TANTALUS: It’s no good bending down; the water runs away as soon as it feels me coming near, and, if ever I do scoop up any, and bring it to my mouth, I can’t wet the tip of my lips before it runs through my fingers somehow and leaves my hand dry as before.
ΜΕΝΙΠΠΟΣ: Οὕτως ἀργὸς εἶ, ὡς μὴ ἐπικύψας πιεῖν ἢ καὶ νὴ Δί' ἀρυσάμενος κοίλῃ τῇ χειρί; ΤΑΝΤΑΛΟΣ: Οὐδὲν ὄφελος, εἰ ἐπικύψαιμι· φεύγει γὰρ τὸ ὕδωρ, ἐπειδὰν προσιόντα αἴσθηταί με· ἢν δέ ποτε καὶ ἀρύσωμαι καὶ προσενέγκω τῷ στόματι, οὐ φθάνω βρέξας ἄκρον τὸ χεῖλος, καὶ διὰ τῶν δακτύλων διαρρυὲν οὐκ οἶδ’ ὅπως αὖθις ἀπολείπει ξηρὰν τὴν χεῖρά μοι.
MENIPPUS: You’re the victim of a miracle, Tantalus. But tell me, just why do you need to drink? You have no body, for that’s been buried in Lydia. That could feel hunger and thirst. But you are a ghost; how can you still be thirsty or able to drink? TANTALUS: It’s just that that’s my punishment—that my ghost should be thirsty as if it were a body.
ΜΕΝΙΠΠΟΣ: Τεράστιόν τι πάσχεις, ὦ Τάνταλε. ἀτὰρ εἰπέ μοι, τί δαὶ καὶ δέῃ τοῦ πιεῖν; οὐ γὰρ σῶμα ἔχεις, ἀλλ’ ἐκεῖνο μὲν ἐν Λυδίᾳ που τέθαπται, ὅπερ καὶ πεινῆν καὶ διψῆν ἐδύνατο, σὺ δὲ ἡ ψυχὴ πῶς ἂν ἔτι ἢ διψῴης ἢ πίοις; ΤΑΝΤΑΛΟΣ: Τοῦτ' αὐτὸ ἡ κόλασίς ἐστι, τὸ διψῆν τὴν ψυχὴν ὡς σῶμα οὖσαν.
2. MENIPPUS: Well, we’ll believe it, since you tell us you’re punished by thirst. But what do you find so terrible in that? Are you afraid of dying for lack of drink? I can’t see another Hades after this one, or a death hereafter taking us elsewhere. TANTALUS: You are quite right; but this is part of my sentence—to long to drink when I’ve no need.
2. ΜΕΝΙΠΠΟΣ: Αλλὰ τοῦτο μὲν οὕτως πιστεύσομεν, ἐπεὶ φῂς κολάζεσθαι τῷ δίψει. τί δ’ οὖν σοι τὸ δεινὸν ἔσται; ἢ δέδιας μὴ ἐνδείᾳ τοῦ ποτοῦ ἀποθάνῃς; οὐχ ὁρῶ γὰρ ἄλλον ᾅδην μετὰ τοῦτον ἢ θάνατον ἐντεῦθεν εἰς ἕτερον τόπον. ΤΑΝΤΑΛΟΣ: Ὀρθῶς μὲν λέγεις· καὶ τοῦτο δ’ οὖν μέρος τῆς καταδίκης, τὸ ἐπιθυμεῖν πιεῖν μηδὲν δεόμενον.
MENIPPUS: Nonsense, Tantalus: I think you really do need a drink—neat hellebore, so help me; you’re the opposite of people bitten by mad dogs; you don’t fear water, but you do fear thirst. TANTALUS: I don’t mind drinking even hellebore—I only wish I could have some.
ΜΕΝΙΠΠΟΣ: Ληρεῖς, ὦ Τάνταλε, καὶ ὡς ἀληθῶς ποτοῦ δεῖσθαι δοκεῖς, ἀκράτου γε ἐλλεβόρου νὴ Δία, ὅστις τοὐναντίον τοῖς ὑπὸ τῶν λυττώντων κυνῶν δεδηγμένοις πέπονθας οὐ τὸ ὕδωρ ἀλλὰ τὴν δίψαν πεφοβημένος. ΤΑΝΤΑΛΟΣ: Οὐδὲ τὸν ἐλλέβορον, ὦ Μένιππε, ἀναίνομαι πιεῖν, γένοιτό μοι μόνον.
MENIPPUS: Don’t worry, Tantalus, for neither you nor any other dead man will drink; that’s impossible. However, they’ve not all been condemned to thirst, as you do, for water which won’t wait for them.
ΜΕΝΙΠΠΟΣ: Θάρρει, ὦ Τάνταλε, ὡς οὔτε σὺ οὔτε ἄλλος πίεται τῶν νεκρῶν· ἀδύνατον γάρ· καίτοι οὐ πάντες ὥσπερ σὺ ἐκ καταδίκης διψῶσι τοῦ ὕδατος αὐτοὺς οὐχ ὑπομένοντος.