In Games Olympian thine was fame far-ringing,
And in the lists beside Earth’s central stone,
And in the land thou claimest for thine own:—
But lo, as I would quench my thirst for singing,
I hear a voice that speaks of old-time glory
That bids me pay a debt, recall the pride
Of thy forefathers, bids me tell the story
How, for the winning of a Libyan bride,
Hasted to Irasa’s city many a lover
Of a fair-haired one famed the wide world over,
Drawn thither for Antaius’ daughter’s sake,
Whom many a gallant kinsman fain would take
To wife, and many in far countries dwelling;
For wondrous was her beauty, past all telling.