Lines 715 to 819 of Hesiod's Theogany

Tartarus (Iambic Pentameter version)

                  As far as earth from sky 
so far the gloom of Tartarus from earth. 
Nine nights and days a brick of bronze could fall 
from heaven striking earth on ten; so too 
Nine nights and days a brick of bronze could fall 
from earth to Tartarus and strike the tenth. 
Around it runs a fence of bronze, and night 
is strung a triple strand as round a neck. 
Above, the roots of earth and barren sea. 
And there, the Titan gods are cloaked in darkness 
and hidden by the will of Zeus, amasser 
of clouds, in that huge damp place at edge of earth. 
They cannot leave. A gate of bronze erected  
by Poseidon blocks it, a wall surrounds. 
And there live Gyes, Cottus, and great- 
hearted Obriareus, trusted wardens 
of Zeus. And there dark earth, and Tarturus 
the barren sea and starry heavens, all 
arrayed, have their first source and final bounds 
Loathsome and damp, it’s hated by the gods. 
And there, a great abyss, a chasm so 
large that if one had passed the gates, the end 
on any side would not be found before 
a year, buffeted both this way and that 
by gust after relentless gust. The gods 
themselves abhor this wonder. There, the fearful 
house of dark night sits wrapped in stormy cloud 
And there, in front, the son of Iapetus 
stands, on his head the width of heaven, his 
unmoving, tireless hands, and there where night 
and day will greet each other near the gate 
of bronze. As one arrives the other departs 
the house which never holds the two together 
for one’s always abroad and passing over 
the earth, while the other rests inside and waits 
her turn to begin her pass over earth. 
The one will spread all seeing light to all 
the other holds both sleep and death in her 
arms, noxious night, the one who’s wrapped in cloud. 
And there also the spawn of night have houses 
both Sleep and Death, both fearsome gods, and never 
does shining Helios look down on them 
with beams of light, not at dawn nor when the sun 
sets. Night will spread across the earth with peace 
and over wide sea swells, as sweet as honey 
to men; the other’s heart is iron hard 
his spirit cold as bronze. Once grabbing hold 
he never lets go. Even the gods hate him. 
And there, in front, the reverberant home 
of Hades and awesome Persephone. 
A fearsome dog stands guard before the house, 
pitiless, he has a trick, he wags his tail 
and droops his ears for those who seek to enter 
but allows none to come back out again. 
He keeps his watch and devours any who 
would leave. And there a goddess much despised 
by gods, dread Styx, backflowing Ocean’s daughter, 
his oldest, who lives in a house that’s distant 
from other gods, a roof of rock all held 
by silver pillars all around. It’s rare 
the daughter of Thaumas, swift-of-foot, the goddess 
Iris will bring to her a message over 
the seas wide back. But when some strife or quarrel 
rises among the deathless ones, then Zeus 
sends Iris to bring the binding oath of gods, 
the golden jar containing the famous cold 
water that gushes down from soaring rock. 
Far under the wide-pathed earth a stream 
flows from a rock, a misery to gods, 
whoever falsely made an oath and pours 
the water, one of those the deathless ones 
who hold the snowy peak of Olympus, 
he must lie breathless while a year is passed 
nor come to taste ambrosia nor nectar 
but lie without a breath or voice in bed, 
an evil trance possessing him, and then 
after a long year of this sickness he 
must face another more difficult travail: 
nine years deprived of the company of gods 
exiled from councils, banished from their feasts, 
nine years, the tenth he can again rejoin 
the fellowship of those who hold Olympus. 
The gods appointed thus the river Styx, 
binder of oaths, its ancient waters flowing 
through such a rugged place. And there the dark 
earth and the murky Tartarus, the fruitless 
sea and the starry heavens, all in order, 
having there both their springs and limits, dreadful 
and damp, a place the gods are want to hate. 
And there, the gleaming gates of bronze, and there 
unmovable a border grown of itself 
with continuous roots and far away 
from all the gods the Titans live. There beyond 
the gloomy chaos, the allies of Zeus 
the famed and thunderous, have houses by Ocean’s 
foundation, Cottus and Gyres, Briariaos 
who, being noble, became son-in-law 
to the surf pounding, earthshaker who gave 
Cymopolea his daughter to wed.