The archer, Poias’ son, and he wended
Troyward, though sickness-worn was his frame,
And he ravaged the city of Priam, and ended
The Danaans’ toil; for of Fate this came.
So by Hiero’s side may a God go guiding
His steps, as in years past ever the same,
The desire of his heart in its season providing.
By Deinomenes’ side, O my Muse, abiding
Chant thou the meed by the chariot won
Of the father whose triumph is joy for the son.
This king, then, whose reign is in Etna begun,
Sing we his fame,