That day the whole Olympia was in jubilation
For the wedding of King Pelea.
And of Thetis the Nereide
The gods, the goddesses were brought together for the festival
At the exception of Eris who had not been invited
Malicious and cow
Eris was the goddess of the Discord
She was far from being popular in the Olympia
And when the gods gave a banquet
They forgot her easily
She was seldom invited
To avenged herself for this new affront to her deity
She threw in the room of the feast
Without the knowledge of the guests gathered together
A gold apple carrying this inscription:
"To the most beautiful of the goddesses of Olympia."
All the goddesses coveted then this title
But the choice of the assembly was limited to three of them:
Aphrodite, Hera and Pallas Athena
Who hastened to require the arbitration of Zeus
To decided which one of the three would deserve to have the apple
For the so much coveted title
Of the most beautiful goddess of Olympia.
But Zeus in his wisdom
Refused to arbitrate this dilemma.
He rather advised them to consult prince Paris
A mortal who proved to be an excellent judge
As regards to beauty and women.
Paris lived on Mount Ida
Not far from the town of Troy
He kept the herds of his father king Priam
Who had judge it was careful to move him away from the city
Having been informed by the oracle that his son
Will cause one day, the ruin of the country.
Paris shared at that time
His couch with a charming nymph
Of the name of Oenone.
At the sight of the three goddesses, Paris was dazzled
And allured by their marvellous forms
They presented herselves to him
Requesting him to choose which one of the three
Would deserve to possess the gold apple.
"O charming visitors
Who make me honor coming as such in my country,
Be advise that Oenone must visit her sisters in Troy today,
Releasing this way my couch to receive the most charming of you, mistresses!
How beautiful you are, such as it is difficult for me to keep
Which one I would put in my couch this night!
What a pleasure I would have to strip you and discover your charms!
But which one of these charms would please me the most
The most delicate of you or whom which is tall and slender or the other all fat
One of you who adorns herself with white flesh, or yellow or brown
Or who parades her tiny breasts, round pears or imposing udders
Or a secret hymena to vanquish, a door half-opened behind a dense forest
Or an accessible vulva sprinkled with odorous perfumes
I could not say which one?
But I would well choose one and the other of you three
One at the same time or the three at the same time
Who would share my layer this way for one moment or for ever."
But the impassive goddesses did not say anything
Which one of them can release Paris of the confusion of his spirit
Instead of agreeing and let him contemplate hers and judge
Among the three which one was the most beautiful
They bribed him with gifts
While asking him to choose which one of the three
Would make Him the greatest pleasure
And the goddess having offered this gift
Would thus see herself giving the gold apple
From the hands of Paris.
Paris agreed hoping despite everything.
To draw from it, some way to satisfy his lustful impulses
Hera promised to him, the sovereignty of Europe
Also of Asia;
Athena, predicts to him
That he would carry out the Troyens to the victory against the Greeks
And Greece to the ruin;
As for Aphrodite, she says to him
That the most beautiful woman of the world, one day
Will belong to Him.
Paris who was neither brave nor strong
Kept what seemed being to him
The least perilous and the most gratifying
Of the proposals,
He chooses the last offer,
And he gave the gold apple to Aphrodite.
And it was there, the judgement of Paris.
It is said that he abduct Helene later
Daugther of Zeus and of Leda
Sister of Castor and Pollux
She was the most beautiful woman of the world
And was coveted by all the princes of Greece
It was then, the real reason
Of the Trojan War
Which lost then its sovereignty on Europe and Asia
Cause the defeat of the Troyens against the Greeks
And pushed the City of Troy to the ruin.
It was the time, the good time, the old days
Where the fate of a woman
Could decide between War
Or Peace.
Malicious and cow Eris was the goddess of the Discord She was far from being popular in the Olympia And when the gods gave a banquet They forgot her easily She was seldom invited
But Zeus in his wisdom Refused to arbitrate this dilemma. He rather advised them to consult prince Paris A mortal who proved to be an excellent judge As regards to beauty and women. Paris lived on Mount Ida Not far from the town of Troy He kept the herds of his father king Priam Who had judge it was careful to move him away from the city Having been informed by the oracle that his son Will cause one day, the ruin of the country. Paris shared at that time His couch with a charming nymph Of the name of Oenone.
At the sight of the three goddesses, Paris was dazzled And allured by their marvellous forms They presented herselves to him Requesting him to choose which one of the three Would deserve to possess the gold apple.
"O charming visitors Who make me honor coming as such in my country, Be advise that Oenone must visit her sisters in Troy today, Releasing this way my couch to receive the most charming of you, mistresses! How beautiful you are, such as it is difficult for me to keep Which one I would put in my couch this night! What a pleasure I would have to strip you and discover your charms! But which one of these charms would please me the most The most delicate of you or whom which is tall and slender or the other all fat One of you who adorns herself with white flesh, or yellow or brown Or who parades her tiny breasts, round pears or imposing udders Or a secret hymena to vanquish, a door half-opened behind a dense forest Or an accessible vulva sprinkled with odorous perfumes I could not say which one? But I would well choose one and the other of you three One at the same time or the three at the same time Who would share my layer this way for one moment or for ever." But the impassive goddesses did not say anything Which one of them can release Paris of the confusion of his spirit Instead of agreeing and let him contemplate hers and judge Among the three which one was the most beautiful They bribed him with gifts While asking him to choose which one of the three Would make Him the greatest pleasure And the goddess having offered this gift Would thus see herself giving the gold apple From the hands of Paris. Paris agreed hoping despite everything. To draw from it, some way to satisfy his lustful impulses Hera promised to him, the sovereignty of Europe Also of Asia; Athena, predicts to him That he would carry out the Troyens to the victory against the Greeks And Greece to the ruin; As for Aphrodite, she says to him That the most beautiful woman of the world, one day Will belong to Him.
Paris who was neither brave nor strong Kept what seemed being to him The least perilous and the most gratifying Of the proposals, He chooses the last offer, And he gave the gold apple to Aphrodite. And it was there, the judgement of Paris. It is said that he abduct Helene later Daugther of Zeus and of Leda Sister of Castor and Pollux She was the most beautiful woman of the world And was coveted by all the princes of Greece It was then, the real reason Of the Trojan War Which lost then its sovereignty on Europe and Asia Cause the defeat of the Troyens against the Greeks And pushed the City of Troy to the ruin. It was the time, the good time, the old days Where the fate of a woman Could decide between War Or Peace.
