O ye who your lot by Kephisus have found, + 

Ye who dwell in the land where the swift horse races, + 

O bright Orchomenus’ queens, ye Graces + 

Who compass the ancient Minyans round + 

With your guardian arms, O song-renowned, + 

Now hearken my prayer! By your bounty all pleasure, + 

All sweet things on menfolk descend in full measure, + 

All wisdom, all beauty, all fame with its splendour. + 

’Tis with help that the Graces, the worshipful, render + 

That the Gods’ own dancings and feastings be holden; + 

Yea, these be dispensers of all things in Heaven. + 

By the side of the Lord of the bow all-golden, + 

Pythian Apollo, be thrones to them given; + 

The Olympian Sire are they ever adoring, + 

And his majesty’s fountain for aye outpouring. + 