It beseems that in guerdon of glorious achievement the deeds of the valiant we sing;
It beseems that mid triumph-procession with grace of loving welcoming
Should our praises conspire to exalt him! In contests twain hath fortune fair
Favoured Melissus, to turn his heart to delightsome joy from care.
In the glens of the Isthmus he won for him crowns: where the thunder-throated lion
Prowled through the cavernous Nemean dell, he proclaimed him Thebe’s scion