Α΄ Χρυσέα φόρμιγξ, Ἀπόλλωνος καὶ ἰοπλοκάμων σύνδικον Μοισᾶν κτέανον· τᾶς ἀκούει μὲν βάσις ἀγλαΐας ἀρχά, πείθονται δ᾿ ἀοιδοὶ σάμασιν ἁγησιχόρων ὁπόταν προοιμίων ἀμβολὰς τεύχῃς ἐλελιζομένα. 5καὶ τὸν αἰχματὰν κεραυνὸν σβεννύεις αἰενάου πυρός. εὕδει δ᾿ ἀνὰ σκά- πτῳ Διὸς αἰετός, ὠκεῖ- αν πτέρυγ᾿ ἀμφοτέρωθεν χαλάξαις,
ἀρχὸς οἰωνῶν, κελαινῶπιν δ᾿ ἐπί οἱ νεφέλαν ἀγκύλῳ κρατί, γλεφάρων ἁδὺ κλάι- θρον, κατέχευας· ὁ δὲ κνώσσων ὑγρὸν νῶτον αἰωρεῖ, τεαῖς 10ῥιπαῖσι κατασχόμενος. καὶ γὰρ βια- τὰς Ἄρης, τραχεῖαν ἄνευθε λιπών ἐγχέων ἀκμάν, ἰαίνει καρδίαν κώματι, κῆλα δὲ καὶ δαιμόνων θέλ-
1. For Hieron Of Aetna winner, chariot race, 470 b.c.
Golden Lyre, rightful possession 1 of ApolloStr. 1 and the violet-haired Muses, to you the footstep listens as it begins the splendid celebration, and the singers heed your signals, whenever with your vibrations you strike up the chorus-leading preludes. 5You quench even the warring thunderbolt of ever flowing fire; and the eagle sleeps on the scepter of Zeus, having relaxed his swift wings on either side,
the king of birds, for you have pouredAnt. 1 over his curved head a black-hooded cloud, sweet seal for his eyelids. And as he slumbers, he ripples his supple back, held in check 10by your volley of notes. For even powerful Ares puts aside his sharp-pointed spears and delights his heart in sleep; and your shafts enchant