To the sound of the lyre and the pipe on-sailing
Homeward I come with Diagoras hailing
Aphrodite’s Daughter, the Bride of the Sun,
Sea-girdled Rhodes, to a man fair-fighting
And strong giving glory, whose clenched hand smiting
By Alpheus and Castaly garlands hath won.
And his father I praise, who in justice excelleth,
And in Rhodes triple-citied mid warriors dwelleth
Nigh Asia’s foreland that seaward doth run.