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For him above the Elektran Gate we burghers the feast prepare,

And the crown-like ring of the altars newly-built will we set to him there,

And our sacrifices will offer for those eight bronze-mailed heroes who died,

Whom Megara, Kreon’s daughter, bare, that mighty Hero’s bride⁠—

They unto whom at the sun’s down-going the nightlong flame is uplifted,

And with odorous reek its smoke is lashing the welkin, through cloudland drifted.