As they do in a banquet of men when the revelry runneth high,
So do we mingle a second bowl of the Song-queen’s strain.
Unto Tampon’s athlete-seed do we render honour thereby.
Our first was outpoured to thee, Zeus, in the day that saw us gain
The crown of all crowns at Nemea; the second this day pour we
To the Lord of the Isthmus and Nereus’ fifty Maids of the Sea
For the House’s youngest scion Phylakidas’ victory.
Oh may we make ready a third for the Saviour Olympus’ Lord!
So may a libation of honey-sweet songs on Aegina be poured!