For Kleandros and his comrades, O ye youths, let some of you + 

Go and stand before his father Telesarchus’ gleaming door, + 

And wake the chant, the recompense for toils, his glorious due + 

For the crowns that from the Isthmus and from Nemea he bore. + 

What though I be stricken-hearted, to their praying have I hearkened, + 

And on the golden Muse I call. From night of woes that darkened + 

Around us are we rescued, and we may not brook bereaving + 

Of triumph-crowns, nor over cureless evils linger grieving. + 

But let us cheer the people with the sweetness of our song, + 

Though the pain have scarce departed; for the stone that hung so long + 

Above our heads⁠—a very stone of Tantalus⁠—at last + 

A God hath turned aside: the peril now is overpast, + 