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Oh Tyndarids, lords of all guest-welcoming,

Oh Helen of the tresses beauty-crowned,

Take pleasure in my praises, when I sing

Akragas far-renowned,

Chanting her son’s Olympian victory,

The glory of his tireless-footed team.

The Muse hath thrilled me with new harmony

Of wedded song and dance, in revelry

Where Dorian sandals gleam.