Tracking Satyrs (220-240)

so you’ll listen, even if you’re altogether deaf.

Satyrs, why have you rushed up here making all this noise, on this mountain covered with green woods full of animals? Have you got yourselves a new job? You used to bring joy to your master[*], who would put on a fawn skin and carry a thyrsus in his hands. You would dance around the god shouting Evoe, along with the nymphs, who are his family, and a crowd of children. But now I don’t know what you’re doing. Where is this whirlwind

of new craziness taking you? I heard something odd: first, nearby, orders like you’d give to hunting dogs when they get near a wild animal’s den in a thicket; then, at the same time, ⋯ stretched out from the mouth to the thief ⋯. Then ⋯ announcement ⋯. After that they went away, feet stomping, and a confused sound came from nearby. It would be different if ⋯

So I heard the sounds of wrong notes ⋯ you sick ⋯ you did to a nymph that had nothing to do with it?