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;