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Hear, O thou Daughter of Zeus the Deliverer, Fortune the Saver

From peril! Keep watch and ward, I implore,

Over Himera, burg of the far-stretching might; for ’tis by thy favour

That ships be steered to their haven-shore

Over the sea; and torrent-like wars, and council-decisions

Be guided on land. Tossed high, whelmed low

Be the hopes of men, as over a sea of delusive visions

Cleaving the treacherous waves they go.

But through all the years never any of men on the earth abiding

Hath found sure tokens from God to reveal

How he shall fare in the days to come, but in darkness hiding

Are the future’s warnings of woe or weal.

Many chances to men have befallen, yea, past all expectation:

Some plunge from joy into sorrow’s abyss;

And some, who have battled with troublous surges, by sudden mutation

Their anguish have changed for the height of bliss.

O son of Philanor, verily even thy swift feet’s glory

Had as dead leaves faded, unmarked, uncrowned,

There by the hearth of thy fathers: thy name had been heard not in story;

As a home-fighting cock hadst thou been unrenowned,

Had contention in Knossus of burgher with burgher in conflict gory

In the homeland not left thee no foot of ground.

But now at Olympia, Ergoteles, winning a victory-garland

And at Isthmus, at Pytho, twain⁠—by these

Thou exaltest to honour the steaming Baths of the Nymphs in a far land,

On thine own lands dwelling in stormless peace.