There aren’t many Ancient Greek epigrams that make one laugh out loud. This is one, that starts with the puzzle of how someone can come 7th in a race that only six have entered. The Greeks were serious about athletics, but there could be a funny side too.
It’s by a poet called Nicarchus, who lived in the 1st century AD. I enjoyed working on a suitably snappy translation as much as he will have enjoyed poking fun at Kharmos.
When Kharmos, in Arcadia, once entered in a race competing with five others, he came out in seventh place. A curious result! And you’ll be asking “How in heaven, with six men in the race, did Kharmos finish no. 7?” The reason’s this. A mate of Kharmos, shouting “Go, you’re fine” ran fully dressed around the course, and beat him to the line. So Kharmos finished seventh, but here’s to his sporting health: if he had five more friends, just think - he could have finished twelfth!
πέντε μετ᾽ ἄλλων Χάρμος ἔν ᾽Αρκαδίᾳ δολιχεύων,
θαῦμα μέν, ἀλλ᾽ ὄντως ἕβδομος ἐξέπεσεν.
«ἓξ ὄντων», τάχ᾽ ἐρεῖς, «πῶς ἕβδομος;» εἷς φίλος αὐτοῦ
«θάρσει, Χάρμε» λέγων ἦλθεν ἐν ἱματίῳ.
ἕβδομος οὖν οὕτω παραγίνεται· εἰ δ᾽ ἔτι πέντε
εἶχε φίλους, ἦλθ᾽ ἄν, Ζωΐλε, δωδέκατος.
Thank you for the original 💙
That put a smile on my face on a Monday morning - thank you! More please.