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For she, the arrow-triumphant Maiden,

And Hermes the Ruler of Contests, bring⁠—

Yea, the gifts of the Gods’ linked hands they are⁠—

These harness-adornings that glitter afar

When he yokes strong steeds to his shining car

And its wheels rein-piloted, victory-laden,

Invoking the wide-ruling Trident-king.

The prowess-guerdon of song sweet-ringing

From the lips of many a bard shall swell

To the feet of lords that o’er far lands reign;

As the Cyprian bards in triumphant strain

Chant Kinyras’ praises once and again,

Aphrodite’s priestly minion singing

Whom Apollo the golden-haired loved well;