Lover of splendour, above all cities beauty-dowered,
Persephone’s home, who dost dwell by Akragas’ water-meads green
Sheep-pastured, throned on thine hill of the ramparts stately-towered,
With kindly favour of Gods and of men accept, O Queen,
This crown that from Pytho is brought thee: the glory of Midas hailing
Welcome him, him who is champion of Hellas in that flute-strain
Which Pallas Athene devised when she wove into music the wailing
Of the Gorgons fierce, their death-dirge over a sister slain,