Daughters of Zeus ruling on high, famed for the lyre, … Pierian Muses … weave… Isthmian land … son-in-law of wise Nereus …… of the island… god-built gates of Pelops' shining island…… yoked horses to chariots,and they flew …… thick … maidens …of sleep, like honey to the mind … our … ancient city … [homes] on the shores of the sea …[and under] the rays of the sun …… and Makelo, loving the distaff,… by the fair-flowing stream … speaks … fawning with the voice …… I am bereaved … with double-edged grief …deprivation … totally …… on the third day warlike Minos came with a host of Cretansin fifty ships with flashing sterns.And by the will of Zeus Eukleios he subdued the deep-waisted maiden Dexithea, and left with her half of his people,battle-loving men, to whom he gave the craggy land as their share; and then he sailed off to the lovely city of Knossos,the king, the son of Europa. And in the tenth month the bride with beautiful hair boreEuxantius, to be ruler over the glorious island …… daughters …… city cut deep by the sun's rays.From his (Euxantius'?) family descended Argeius, who has a strong hand and the spirit of a lion, whenever the need for battle befalls him; and he islight on his feet, and does not … the fine qualities of his father,those which Apollo, famed for the bow, bestowed on Pantheides: the art of healing,and friendly honor towards guests. With a good share of the Graces, and admired by many men, when he ended his life he left behind five greatly-praised sons,one of whom the son of Cronus seated on high has made a victor at the Isthmus, in return for good deeds, and has given a share of other shining garlands. I say it now and I always will: excellence has the greatest glory.Wealth keeps company with worthless men as well,and it tends to swell a man's thoughts; but he who does well to the gods cheers his heart with a more glorious hope.If a mortal has been granted health and can live off his own goods, he rivals the most fortunate. There is joy in all human lifeas long as it lacks disease and helpless deprivation. The rich man desires great things the same way the poor man desires less.But it is not sweet for mortals to get everything easily; they always seek to catch what flees from them.A man whose spirit is whirled about by the lightest ambitionshas honor only as long as he lives. Excellence is a difficult struggle, but when the struggle is completed rightly it leaves a man, even when he dies, the enviable ornament of renown.
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Fame, whose gifts are revered, speed to holy Ceos bringing the gracious message:that Argeius won the victory in the battle of bold hands,and brought to mind the fine deeds which we, from the holy island of Euxantius, have shown at the famous neck of the Isthmus,winning seventy garlands.the native Muse summons the sweet clang of flutes, honoring the dear son of Pantheides with victory songs.
ἄ[ϊξεν ἁ] σεμνοδότειρα Φήμαἐς Κέον ἱεράν, χαριτώ-νυμον φέρουσʼ ἀγγελίαν,ὅτι μ[άχ]ας θρασύχειρος Ἀρ-γεῖος ἄρατο νίκαν·καλῶν δʼ ἀνέμνασεν, ὅσʼ ἐν κλεεννῷαὐχένι ϝισθμοῦ ζαθέανλιπόντες Εὐξαντίδα νᾶ-σον ἐπεδείξαμεν ἑβδομή-κοντα σὺν στεφάνοισιν.καλεῖ δὲ Μοῦσʼ αὐθιγενὴςγλυκεῖαν αὐλῶν καναχάν,γεραίρουσʼ ἐπινικίοιςΠανθείδα φίλον υἱόν.
Clio, giver of sweet gifts, sing the praises of the mistress of most fertile Sicily, Demeter, and of her violet-garlanded daughter, and of Hieron's swift horses, racers at Olympia;for they sped with majestic Victory and with Aglaia by the wide-whirling Alpheus, where they made the son of Deinomenes a prosperous man, a victor winning garlands.And the … people shouted,“Ah! thrice-blessed man! Zeus has granted him the honor of ruling most widely over the Greeks, and he knows not to hide his towered wealth under black-cloaked darkness.”The temples teem with cattle-sacrificing festivities; the streets teem with hospitality. Gold flashes and glitters, the gold of tall ornate tripods standingbefore the temple, where the Delphians administer the great precinctof Phoebus beside the Castalian stream. A man should honor the god, for that is the greatest prosperity.For indeed, once the ruler of horse-taming Lydia,Croesus—when Zeus was bringing about the decreed fate, and Sardis was being sacked by the Persian army—Croesus was protected by the god of the golden lyre,Apollo. When he had come to that unexpected day,Croesus had no intention of waiting any longer for the tears of slavery. He had a pyre built before his bronze-walled courtyard,and he mounted the pyre with his dear wife and his daughters with beautiful hair;they were weeping inconsolably. He raised his arms to the steep skyand shouted, “overweening deity, where is the gratitude of the gods? Where is lord Apollo?”“The palace of Alyattes falls into ruins … countless … ”“… city … the Pactolus whirling with [gold runs red with blood],”“women are brutally led out of the well-built halls.”“What was hated is loved. To die is sweetest.” So he spoke, and he bid the slave with the delicate step to kindle the wooden structure. His daughters cried out,and threw their arms out towards their mother;for death is most hateful to mortals when it is right before their eyes. But when the flashing force of terrible fire began to shoot through the wood,Zeus set a dark rain-cloud over it, and began to quench the golden flame.Nothing is unbelievable which is brought about by the gods' ambition. Then Apollo, born on Delos, brought the old man to live among the Hyperboreans,along with his slender-ankled daughters,because of his piety, since of all mortals he sent the greatest gifts to holy Pytho. And of all mortal men who live in Greece, not one, o greatly-praised Hieron, will be willingto say that he has sent more gold than you to Loxias. Every man who does not fatten himself with envy may praise a … warlike man, a lover of horses,who has the scepter of … Zeus,and a share of the violet-haired Muses. … once … ephemeral … you consider; [life is] brief.But winged hope loosens the wits of ephemeral creatures. Lord Apollo … said to the son of Pheres: “Being a mortal, you must cultivate twin”“thoughts: that tomorrow will be the last day you see”“the sun's light, and that you will complete another fifty years of life deep in wealth. Cheer your spirit with pious deeds, for this is the highest of profits.”To the thoughtful, what I sing is intelligible. The deep air is undefiled. The water of the sea does not decay. Gold is a delight. It is not lawful for a man to bypass grayold age, and recover flourishing youth.And yet the gleam of a mortal's excellence does not diminish along with the body—no, the Muse nurtures it. Hieron, youhave displayed to mortals the most beautiful flowers of prosperity.Silence is no ornament for a successful man. With remembrance of fine deeds a man will also sing the gracious recompense made by the honey-voiced Cean nightingale.
ἀριστοκάρπου Σικελίας κρέουσανΔάματρα ϝιοστέφανόν τε κούρανὕμνει, γλυκύδωρε Κλειοῖ, θοάς τʼ Ὀ-λυμπιοδρόμους Ἱέρωνος ἵππους.σεύον]το γὰρ σὺν ὑπερόχῳ τε Νίκᾳσὺν Ἀγ]λαΐᾳ τε παρʼ εὐρυδίνανἈλφ εό ν, τόθι Δ]εινομέν εο ς ἔθηκανὄλβιον [γόνον στεφάνω]ν κυρῆσαι.θρόησε δὲ λ[αὸς ἀπείρων·ἆ τρισευδαίμ[ων ἀνήρ,ὃ παρὰ Ζηνὸς λαχὼνπλείσταρχον Ἑλλάνων γέραςοἶδε πυργωθέντα πλοῦτον μὴ μελαμ-φαρέϊ κρύπτειν σκότῳ.βρύει μὲν ἱερὰ βουθύτοις ἑορταῖς,βρύουσι φιλοξενίας ἀγυιαί·λάμπει δʼ ὑπὸ μαρμαρυγαῖς ὁ χρυσὸςὑψιδαιδάλτων τριπόδων σταθέντωνπάροιθε ναοῦ, τόθι μέγιστον ἄλσοςΦοίβου παρὰ Κασταλίας ῥεέθροιςΔελφοὶ διέπουσι. θεόν, θεόν τιςἀγλαϊζέτ ω, ὁ γὰρ ἄριστος ὄλβων.ἐπεί ποτε καὶ δαμασίππουΛυδίας ἀρχαγέταν,εὖτε τὰν πεπ[ρωμένανΖηνὸς τελε[ιοῦσαι κρίσινΣάρδιες Περσᾶ[ν ἐπορθεῦντο στρ]ατῷ,Κροῖσον ὁ χρυσά[οροςφύλαξʼ Ἀπόλλων. [ὁ δʼ ἐς ἄ]ελπτον ἆμαρμολὼν πολυδ[άκρυον] οὐκ ἔμελλεμίμνειν ἔτι δ[ουλοσύ]ναν· πυρὰν δὲχαλκοτειχέος π[ροπάροι]θεν αὐ[λᾶςναήσατʼ, ἔνθα σὺ[ν ἀλόχῳ] τε κεδνᾷσὺν εὐπλοκάμοις τʼ ἐπέβαινʼ ἄλα[στονθυγατράσι δυρομέναις· χέρας δʼ ἐςαἰπὺν αἰθέρα σφετέρας ἀείραςγέγω]νεν· ὑπέρβιε δαῖμον,ποῦ θεῶν ἐστιν χάρις;ποῦ δὲ Λατοίδας ἄναξ;πίτνουσ]ιν Ἀλυάττα δόμοι,¯˘¯×¯˘¯×] μυρίων¯˘¯×¯˘¯]ν;ׯ˘˘×˘˘˘¯˘]ν ἄστυ,φοινίσσεται αἵματι χρυσο]δίναςΠακτωλός· ἀεικελίως γυναῖκεςἐξ ἐϋκτίτων μεγάρων ἄγονται·τὰ πρόσθε δʼ ἐχθρὰ φίλα· θανεῖν γλύκιστον.τόσʼ εἶπε, καὶ ἁβροβάταν κέλευσενἅπτειν ξύλινον δόμον. ἔ[κλαγ]ον δὲπαρθένοι, φίλας τʼ ἀνὰ ματρὶ χεῖραςἔβαλλον· ὁ γὰρ προφανὴς θνα-τοῖσιν ἔχθιστος φόνων·ἀλλʼ ἐπεὶ δεινοῦ πυρὸςλαμπρὸν διάϊ[σσεν μέ]νος,Ζεὺς ἐπιστάσα[ς μελαγκευ]θὲς νέφοςσβέννυεν ξανθὰ[ν φλόγα.ἄπιστον οὐδέν, ὅ τι θ[εῶν μέ]ριμνατεύχει· τότε Δαλογενὴς Ἀπόλλωνφέρων ἐς Ὑπερβορέους γέροντασὺν τανισφύροις κατένασσε κούραιςδι’ εὐσέβειαν, ὅτι μέγιστα θνατῶν.ἐς ἀγαθέαν ἀνέπεμψε Πυθώ.ὅσοι γε μὲν Ἑλλάδʼ ἔχουσιν, οὔτι[ς,ὦ μεγαίνητε Ἱέρων, θελήσειφάμ]εν σέο πλείονα χρυσὸνΛοξί]ᾳ πέμψαι βροτῶν.εὖ λέγ]ειν πάρεστιν, ὅσ-τις μὴ φθόνῳ πιαίνεται,θεοφι]λῆ φίλιππον ἄνδρʼ ἀρήϊον,τεθμ]ίου σκᾶπτρον Διὸςἰοπλό]κων τε μέρο[ς ἔχοντ]α Μουσᾶν·ὡς δʼ ἐν] Μαλέᾳ ποτέ, [χεῖμα δαί]μωνἐπʼ ἔθ]νος ἐφάμερον α[ἶψʼ ἵησι.καίρι]α σκοπεῖς· βραχ[ὺς ἄμμιν αἰών·δολό]εσσα δʼ ἐλπὶς ὑπ[ὸ κέαρ δέδυκενἐφαμ]ερίων· ὁ δʼ ἄναξ [Ἀπόλλωνὁ βουκό]λος εἶπε Φέρη[τος υἷι·θνατὸν εὖντα χρὴ διδύμους ἀέξεινγνώμας, ὅτι τʼ αὔριον ὄψ εα ιμοῦνον ἁλίου φάος,χὥτι πεντήκοντʼ ἔτ εαζωὰν βαθύπλουτον τελεῖς.ὅσια δρῶν εὔφραινε θυμόν· τοῦτο γὰρκερδέων ὑπέρτατον.φρον έο ντι συνετὰ γαρύω· βαθὺς μὲναἰθὴρ ἀμίαντος· ὕδωρ δὲ πόντουοὐ σάπεται· εὐφροσύνα δʼ ὁ χρυσός·ἀνδρὶ δʼ οὐ θέμις, πολιὸν π[αρ]ένταγῆρας, θάλειαν αὖτις ἀγκομίσσαιἥβαν. ἀρετᾶ[ς γε μ]ὲν οὐ μινύθειβροτῶν ἅμα σ[ώμα]τι φέγγος, ἀλλὰΜοῦσά νιν τρ[έφει]. Ἱέρων, σὺ δʼ ὄλβουκάλλιστʼ ἐπεδ[είξ]αο θνατοῖςἄνθεα· πράξα[ντι] δʼ εὖοὐ φέρει κόσμον σιω-πά· σὺν δʼ ἀλαθείᾳ καλῶνκαὶ μελιγλώσσου τις ὑμνήσει χάρινΚηΐας ἀηδόνος.
Golden-haired Apollo still loves the state of Syracuse and honors Hieron, the city's lawful ruler. For his praises are sung as a Pythian victor for a third time beside the navel of the high-ridged land,through the excellence of his swift-footed horses. Ourania's sweet-voiced cockerel, ruler of the lyre … but with willing mind …showered with hymns.And yet a fourth time we would be honoring the son of Deinomenes if some … held the scales of Justice …he can be crowned with garlands, as the only man on earth who has accomplished this in the vale of Cirrha by the sea; and he has two Olympian victories to sing of as well. What is better than to be loved by the godsand to be granted a share of every kind of noble deed?
ἔτι Συρακοσίαν φιλεῖπόλιν ὁ χρυσοκόμας Ἀπόλλων,ἀστύθεμίν θʼ Ἱέρωνα γεραίρει·τρίτον γὰρ παρʼ ὀμφα]λὸν ὑψιδείρου χθονὸςΠυθιόνικ[ος ἀείδε]ταιὠκυπόδ[ων ἀρετᾶ] σὺν ἵππων.έ̣[!!!!] ἁδυεπὴς ἀ[να-ξιφόρ]μιγγος Ουρ[αν]ίας ἀλέκτωρ!!!!!!]εν· ἀλλʼ ἑκ[όν]τι νόῳ,!!!!!ο]υς ἐπέσεισ̣εν ὕμνουςἔτι δὲ τέ]τρατον εἴ τις ορ-!!!!!!!]εἵλκε Δίκ]ας τάλαν[τονΔεινομέν εό ς κʼ ἐγερα[ίρο]μεν υἱόν.πάρεστίν νιν ἀγχιάλοισ[ι Κρίσ]ας μυχοῖςμοῦνον ἐπιχθονίων τάδεμησάμενον στεφάνοις ἐρέπτεινδύο τʼ Ὀλυμπιονίκαςἀείδειν. τί φέρτερον ἢ θεοῖσινφίλον ἐόντα παντο[δα]πῶνλαγχάνειν ἄπο μοῖρα[ν ἐσ]θλῶν;
Fortunate in your fate, commander of the Syracusans, riders of whirling horses: you,if any man on earth today, will rightly understand this honor, sweet gift of the violet-garlanded Muses. Now, calm your righteous mind; rest it from cares, and consider: a hymn, woven with the help of the deep-waisted Graces,is sent from the holy island to your glorious city by your guest-friend, the brilliant servant of Ourania with her golden headband. He wantsto pour forth his voice from his heartto praise Hieron. High above, slicing the deep air with his swift golden wings, the eagle, messenger of loud-thundering, wide-rulingZeus, trusts boldly in his powerful strength, and thin-voiced birds crouch in fear. The peaks of the great earth do not restrain him,nor the rough, choppy waves of the untiring sea. In the everlasting void he shifts his delicate wings, riding the gusts of the west wind,a conspicuous sight for men.So now for me there are countless paths of song leading in every direction, thanks to dark-haired Nike and Ares with his bronze breastplate, to sing of your excellence,noble sons of Deinomenes. May the god not tire of doing good. Beside the wide-whirling Alpheus, golden-armed Dawn saw the victory of the chestnut horse Pherenicus, a runner swift as a wind-storm,and she saw him win in very holy Pytho. Laying my hand on the earth, I make this declaration: never in any contest has he been fouled by the dust of faster horsesas he strained toward the finish-line. In force he is like Boreas; obeying his rider, he speeds a new victory and new applause to hospitable Hieron.Prosperous is he to whom a god has given a share of fine things, and a rich life to live out with enviable luck. For no man on earthwas born to be fortunate in everything.So it was, they say, that the gate-destroying unconquerable son of Zeus of the flashing thunderbolt went down to the halls of slender-ankled Persephoneto bring up into the light from Hades the razor-toothed dog, son of the fearsome Echidna. There he saw the souls of miserable mortals by the streams of Cocytus,like leaves swirled by the wind along the sheep-pasturing headlands of shining Ida. Among them, the shade of Porthaon's bold,spear-wielding descendant stood out.When the marvellous hero, son of Alcmene, saw him shining in his armor, he stretched the clear-sounding bowstring onto his bow, and opened the lid of his quiver and drew out a bronze-tippedarrow. But the soul of Meleager appeared in front of him and spoke to him, knowing him well: “Son of great Zeus,”“stand where you are, and calm your spirit—”“Do not shoot a harsh arrow from your hands in vain against the souls of those who have perished. You have no need to fear.” So he spoke. And the son of Amphitryon was astonished,and said, “What god or mortal raised such a fine young plant as you? In what land? Who killed you? No doubt Hera with her beautiful belt will soon”“send that killer after me. But that must be the concern of golden-haired Pallas.” And Meleager answered him, in tears, “It is hard”“for men on earth to sway the minds of the gods;”“for otherwise my father, horse-driving Oineus, would have appeased the anger of holy, white-armed Artemis with her garland of buds,”“when he entreated her with sacrifices of many goats and red-backed cattle. But the maiden goddess' anger was unconquerable; she sent an immensely violent”“boar, a ruthless fighter, to Calydon, the place of lovely choruses; there, his strength raging like a flood, he cut down vine-rows with his tusk, and slaughtered flocks, and whatever mortals”“came across his path.”“We, the best of the Hellenes, fought hard to sustain the hateful battle against him, for six days continuously. But when some god gave the upper hand to the Aetolians,”“we buried those whom the loud-roaring boar had killed in his violent attacks: Ancaeus, and Agelaus, the best of my dear brothers, whom”“Althaea bore in the far-famed halls of Oineus.”“Ruinous fate destroyed … For not yet did the hostile goddess, the savage daughter of Leto, [stop] her anger. We fought hard for the beast's fiery hide”“with the Couretes, steadfast in battle. Then I killed, among many others, Iphiclus and noble Aphares, my mother's swift brothers; for”“strong-spirited Ares does not discern a friend in battle—shafts fly blindly from the hands against the souls of the enemy, and bring death”“to whomever the god wishes.”“My mother, the hostile daughter of Thestius, did not take this into account; she brought about my evil fate, the fearless woman, and planned my destruction.”“She took the log of my swift doom out of the ornate chest, and burned it. Fate had marked off that this should be the boundary of my life. I happened to be slaying”“Clymenus, Daïpylus' valiant son, whose body was flawless; I had overtaken him in front of the towers. The others”“were fleeing to the well-built ancient city”“of Pleuron. And my sweet soul diminished; I knew that my strength was gone, aiai! I breathed my last breath in tears, as I left behind splendid youth.”They say that was the only time that the son of Amphitryon, fearless in battle, ever wetted his eyes with tears, pitying the fate of the man who endured grief. And he answered him in this way:“For mortals it is best never to be born,”“never to look on the light of the sun. But there is no profit in lamenting this; one must speak of what can be accomplished.”“Is there, in the halls of battle-loving Oineus, any daughter, unsubdued by love, whose appearance is like yours? I would gladly make her my splendid bride.”And to him the soul of Meleager, steadfast in battle, answered: “I left behind at home Deianeira, with her neck like a fresh olive; golden”“Cypris, charmer of mortals, is still unknown to her.”White-armed Calliope, stop your well-made chariot right there. Sing of the Olympian ruler of the gods, Zeus son of Cronus,and the untiring stream of the Alpheus, and the strength of Pelops, and Pisa, where glorious Pherenicus won victory in the race with his feet, and returned to Syracuse with its fine towers,bringing to Hieron the leaf of good fortune. For the sake of truth we must give praise, pushing away envy with both hands,if any mortal man does well.A Boeotian man, Hesiod, attendant of the sweet Muses, said this: “He whom the gods honor has a good name among men as well.”I am easily persuaded to send to Hieron my illustrious voice, not … from the path …. For in this way the roots of fine fortune flourish; may the great fatherZeus guard them, undisturbed, in peace.
εὔμοιρε Συρακοσίωνἱπποδινήτων στραταγέ,γνώσει μὲν ἰοστεφάνωνΜοισᾶν γλυκύδωρον ἄγαλμα, τῶν γε νῦναἴ τις ἐπιχθονίων,ὀρθῶς· φρένα δʼ εὐθύδικονἀτρέμʼ ἀμπαύσας μεριμνᾶνδεῦρʼ ἐπάθρησον νόῳ,ᾗ σὺν Χαρίτεσσι βαθυζώνοις ὑφάναςὕμνον ἀπὸ ζαθέαςνάσου ξένος ὑμετέραν πέμ-πει κλεεννὰν ἐς πόλιν,χρυσάμπυκος Οὐρανίας κλει-νὸς θεράπων· ἐθέλει δὲγᾶρυν ἐκ στηθ έω ν χέωναἰνεῖν Ἱέρωνα. βαθὺνδʼ αἰθέρα ξουθαῖσι τάμνωνὑψοῦ πτερύγεσσι ταχεί-αις αἰετὸς εὐρυάνακτος ἄγγελοςΖηνὸς ἐρισφαράγουθαρσεῖ κρατερᾷ πίσυνοςἰσχύϊ, πτάσσοντι δʼ ὄρνι-χες λιγύφθογγοι φόβῳ·οὔ νιν κορυφαὶ μεγάλας ἴσχουσι γαίας,οὐδʼ ἁλὸς ἀκαμάταςδυσπαίπαλα κύματα· νωμᾶ-ται δʼ ἐν ἀτρύτῳ χάειλεπτότριχα σὺν ζεφύρου πνοι-αῖσιν ἔθειραν ἀρίγνω-τος μετʼ ἀνθρώποις ἰδεῖν·τὼς νῦν καὶ ἐμοὶ μυρία πάντᾳ κέλευθοςὑμετέραν ἀρετὰνὑμνεῖν, κυανοπλοκάμου θʼ ἕκατι Νίκαςχαλκεοστέρνου τʼ Ἄρηος,Δεινομένευς ἀγέρω-χοι παῖδες· εὖ ἔρδων δὲ μὴ κάμοι θεός.ξανθότριχα μὲν ΦερένικονἈλφεὸν παρʼ εὐρυδίνανπῶλον ἀελλοδρόμανεἶδε νικάσαντα χρυσόπαχυς Ἀώς,Πυθῶνί τʼ ἐν ἀγαθέᾳ·γᾷ δʼ ἐπισκήπτων πιφαύσκω·οὔπω νιν ὑπὸ προτέρωνἵππων ἐν ἀγῶνι κατέχρανεν κόνιςπρὸς τέλος ὀρνύμενον·ῥιπᾷ γὰρ ἴσος βορέαὃν κυβερνήταν φυλάσσωνἵεται νεόκροτοννίκαν Ἱέρωνι φιλοξείνῳ τιτύσκων.ὄλβιος ᾧτινι θ εὸ ςμοῖράν τε καλῶν ἔπορενσύν τʼ ἐπιζήλῳ τύχᾳἀφν εὸ ν βιοτὰν διάγειν· οὐγάρ τις ἐπιχθονίωνπάντα γʼ εὐδαίμων ἔφυ.καὶ μάν π]οτʼ ἐρειψιπύλανπαῖδʼ ἀνίκ]ατον λέγουσινδῦναι Διὸς] ἀργικεραύ-νου δώματα Φερσεφόνας τανισφύρου,καρχαρόδοντα κύνʼ ἄ-ξοντʼ ἐς φάος ἐξ Ἀΐδα,υἱὸν ἀπλάτοιʼ Ἐχίδνας·ἔνθα δυστάνων βροτῶνψυχὰς ἐδάη παρὰ Κωκυτοῦ ῥεέθροις,οἷά τε φύλλʼ ἄνεμοςἼδας ἀνὰ μηλοβότουςπρῶνας ἀργηστὰς δονεῖ.ταῖσιν δὲ μετέπρεπεν εἴδω-λον θρασυμέμνονος ἐγ-χεσπάλου Πορθανίδα·τὸν δʼ ὡς ἴδεν Ἀλκμήνιος θαυμαστὸς ἥρωςτεύχεσι λαμπόμενον,νευρὰν ἐπέβασε λιγυκλαγγῆ κορώνας,χαλκεόκρανον δʼ ἔπειτʼ ἐξ-είλετο ϝιὸν ἀνα-πτύξας φαρέτρας πῶμα· τῷ δʼ ἐναντίαψυχὰ προφάνη Μελεάγρουκαί νιν εὖ εἰδὼς προσεῖπεν·υἱὲ Διὸς μεγάλου,στᾶθί τʼ ἐν χώρᾳ, γελανώσας τε θυμόνμὴ ταΰσιον προΐειτραχὺν ἐκ χειρῶν ὀϊστὸνψυχαῖσιν ἔπι φθιμένων·οὔτοι δέος. ὣς φάτο· θάμβησεν δʼ ἄναξἈμφιτρυωνιάδας,εἶπέν τε· τίς ἀθανάτωνἢ βροτῶν τοιοῦτον ἔρνοςθρέψεν ἐν ποίᾳ χθονί;τίς δʼ ἔκτανεν; ἦ τάχα καλλίζωνος Ἥρακεῖνον ἐφʼ ἁμετέρᾳπέμψει κεφαλᾷ· τὰ δέ πουΠαλλάδι ξανθᾷ μέλει.τὸν δὲ προσέφα Μελέαγροςδακρυόεις· χαλεπὸνθ εῶ ν παρατρέψαι νόονἄνδρεσσιν ἐπιχθονίοις.καὶ γὰρ ἂν πλάξιππος Οἰνεὺςπαῦσεν καλυκοστεφάνουσεμνᾶς χόλον Ἀρτέμιδος λευκωλένουλισσόμενος πολέωντʼ αἰγῶν θυσίαισι πατὴρκαὶ βοῶν φοινικονώτων·ἀλλʼ ἀνίκατον θεὰἔσχεν χόλον· εὐρυβίαν δʼ ἔσσευε κούρακάπρον ἀναιδομάχανἐς καλλίχορον Καλυδῶ-νʼ, ἔνθα πλημύρων σθένειὄρχους ἐπέκειρεν ὀδόντι,σφάζε τε μῆλα, βροτῶνθʼ ὅστις εἰσάνταν μόλοι.τῷ δὲ στυγερὰν δῆριν Ἑλλάνων ἄριστοιστασάμεθʼ ἐνδυκέωςἓξ ἄματα συνεχέως· ἐπεὶ δὲ δαίμωνκάρτος Αἰτωλοῖς ὄρεξεν,θάπτομεν οὓς κατέπε-φνεν σῦς ἐριβρύχας ἐπαΐσσων βίᾳ,Ἀγκαῖον ἐμῶν τʼ Ἀγέλαονφ[έρτ]ατον κεδνῶν ἀδελφ εῶ ν,οὓς τέ]κεν ἐν μεγάροιςπατρὸ]ς Ἀλθαία περικλειτοῖσιν Οἰνέος·τῶν δʼ ὤ]λεσε μοῖρʼ ὀλοὰπλεῦνα]ς· οὐ γάρ πω δαΐφρωνπαῦσεν] χόλον ἀγροτέραΛατοῦς θυγάτηρ· περὶ δʼ αἴθωνος δορᾶςμαρνάμεθʼ ἐνδυκέωςΚουρῆσι μενεπτολέμοις·ἔνθʼ ἐγὼ πολλοῖς σὺν ἄλλοιςἼφικλον κατέκτανονἐσθλόν τʼ Ἀφάρητα, θοοὺς μάτρωας· οὐ γὰρκαρτερόθυμος Ἄρηςκρίνει φίλον ἐν πολέμῳ·τυφλὰ δʼ ἐκ χειρῶν βέληψυχαῖς ἔπι δυσμενέων φοι-τᾷ θάνατόν τε φέρειτοῖσιν ἂν δαίμων θέλῃ·ταῦτʼ οὐκ ἐπιλεξαμέναΘεστίου κούρα δαΐφρωνμάτηρ κακόποτμος ἐμοὶβούλευσεν ὄλεθρον ἀτάρβακτος γυνά·καῖέ τε δαιδαλέαςἐκ λάρνακος ὠκύμορονφιτρὸν ἀγκλαύσασα, τὸν δὴμοῖρʼ ἐπέκλωσεν τότεζωᾶς ὅρον ἁμετέρας ἔμμεν. τύχον μὲνΔαϊπύλου Κλύμενονπαῖδʼ ἄλκιμον ἐξεναρί-ζων ἀμώμητον δέμας,πύργων προπάροιθε κιχήσας·τοὶ δὲ πρὸς εὐκτιμένανφεῦγον ἀρχαίαν πόλινΠλευρῶνα· μινύνθη δέ μοι ψυχὰ γλυκεῖα,γνῶν δʼ ὀλιγοσθενέων·αἰαῖ· πύματον δὲ πνέων δάκρυσα τλ[άμωνἀγλαὰν ἥβαν προλείπων.φασὶν ἀδεισιβόανἈμφιτρύωνος παῖδα μοῦνον δὴ τότετέγξαι βλέφαρον, ταλαπενθ έο ςπότμον οἰκτίροντα φωτός·καί νιν ἀμειβόμενοςτοῖʼ ἔφα· θνατοῖσι μὴ φῦναι φέριστον,μηδʼ ἀελίου προσιδεῖνφέγγος· ἀλλʼ οὐ γάρ τίς ἐστινπρᾶξις τάδε μυρομένοις,χρὴ κεῖνο λέγειν ὅ,τι καὶ μέλλει τελεῖν.ἦ ῥα τις ἐν μεγάροιςΟἰνῆος ἀρηϊφίλουἔστιν ἀδμήτα θυγάτρων,σοὶ φυὰν ἀλιγκία;τάν κεν λιπαρὰν ἐθέλων θείμαν ἄκοιτιν.τὸν δὲ μενεπτολέμουψυχὰ προσέφα Μελεά-γρου· λίπον χλωραύχεναἐν δώμασι Δαϊάνειραν,νῆϊν ἔτι χρυσέαςΚύπριδος θελξιμβρότου.λευκώλενε Καλλιόπα,στᾶσον εὐποίητον ἅρμααὐτοῦ· Δία τε Κρονίδανὕμνησον Ὀλύμπιον ἀρχαγὸν θεῶν,τόν τʼ ἀκαμαντορόανἈλφ εό ν, Πέλοπός τε βίαν,καὶ Πίσαν, ἔνθʼ ὁ κλεεννὸςποσσὶ νικάσας δρόμῳἦλθ]εν Φερένικος ⟨ἐς ⟩ εὐπύργους Συρακόσ-σας Ἱέρωνι φέρωνεὐδ]αιμονίας πέταλον.χρὴ δʼ ἀλαθείας χάριναἰνεῖν, φθόνον ἀμφοτέραισινχερσὶν ἀπωσάμενον,εἴ τις εὖ πράσσοι βροτῶν.Βοιωτὸς ἀνὴρ τᾷδε φών[ησεν, γλυκειᾶνἩσίοδος πρόπολοςΜουσᾶν, ὃν ⟨ἂν ⟩ ἀθάνατοι τι[μῶσι, τούτῳκαὶ βροτῶν φήμαν ἕπ[εσθαι.πείθομαι εὐμαρέωςεὐκλ έα κελεύθου γλῶσσαν οὐ[κ ἐκτὸς δίκαςπέμπειν Ἱέρωνι· τόθεν γὰρπυθμένες θάλλουσιν ἐσθλ[ῶν,τοὺς ὁ μεγιστοπάτωρΖεὺς ἀκινήτους ἐν εἰρήν[ᾳ φυλάσσοι.
Lachon has won from greatest Zeus the best glory with his feet by the streams of the Alpheus … [the victories] through which beforeCeos rich in vines has been sung at Olympia as victorious in boxing and the foot race, by young men, luxuriantwith garlands in their hair.And now by the will of Victory, the hymn of Ourania, ruler of song, honors you, wind-footed son of Aristomenes, in songs before your house,since by your triumph in the foot race you brought glory to Ceos.
Λάχων Διὸς μεγίστουλάχε φέρτατον πόδεσσικῦδος ἐπʼ Ἀλφ εοῦ προχοαῖσ[ι νικῶν,διʼ ὅσσα πάροιθενἀμπελοτρόφον Κέονἄεισάν ποτʼ Ὀλυμπίᾳπύξ τε καὶ στάδιον κρατεῦ-σαν] στεφάνοις ἐθείραςνεανίαι βρύοντες.σὲ δὲ νῦν ἀναξιμόλπουΟὐρανίας ὕμνος ἕκατι νίκ[αςἈριστομένειονὦ ποδάνεμον τέκος,γεραίρει προδόμοις ἀοι-δαῖς, ὅτι στάδιον κρατή-σας Κέον εὐκλέϊξας.
Shining daughter of Time and Night, the fifty [months have brought] you, sixteenth day of the month at Olympia … by the will of …… to judge the speed of swift feet and preeminence in strength of limbs among the Greeks. The one to whom you give the most distinguished honor of victory is called gloriousand much envied among men. You have adorned with garlands [the son] of Aristomenes, Lachon …
ὦ λιπαρὰ θύγατερ Χρόνου τε κ[αὶΝυκτός, σὲ πεντήκοντα μηνῶν ἁμέρανἑκκαιδεκάταν ἐν Ὀλυμπ[ίᾳ ˘¯!!!]β̣αρυβρ[!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ἕκατι!!!]ι̣τοσαιμα̣[κρίνειν τα[χυτᾶτά τε] λαιψηρῶν ποδῶνἝλλασι καὶ γυίων ἀρισταλκὲς σθένος·ᾧ δὲ σὺ πρεσβύτατον νείμῃς γέραςνίκας ἐπʼ ἀνθρώποισιν εὔδοξος κέκλη-ται καὶ πολυζήλωτος. Ἀρ[ιστομένει]οννῦν γ]ʼ ἐκόσμη[σας στε]φάν[οισι Λάχω]να
… singing the praises of sheep-sacrificing Pytho, and Nemea and the Isthmus. I will make my boast, laying my hand on the earth—every debt of praise shines in the light of truth—no Greek, boy or man, has won more victories in his age-group.Zeus, whose spear is the thunderbolt, by the banks of the silver-whirling Alpheus may you also fulfill his prayers for great god-given glory, and place on his head a gray-green wreathof Aetolian olive in the famous games of Phrygian Pelops.
Πυθῶνά τε μηλοθύτανὑμν έω ν Νεμέαν τε καὶ Ἰσθμόν·γᾷ δʼ ἐπισκήπτων χέρακομπάσομαι· σὺν ἀλα-θείᾳ δὲ πᾶν λάμπει χρέος·οὔτις ἀνθρώπων κ[αθʼ Ἕλλα-νας ἐν ἅλικι χρόνῳπαῖς ἐὼ ν ἀνήρ τε π[λεῦ-νας ἐδέξατο νίκας.ὦ Ζεῦ κεραυνεγχές, κα[ὶ ἐπʼ ἀργυ]ροδίναὄχθαισιν Ἀλφειοῦ τέλεσσ[ας μεγ]αλοκλ έα ςθ εο δότους εὐχάς, περὶ κ[ρατί τʼ ὄ]πα[σσα]ςγλαυκὸν Αἰτωλίδοςἄνδημʼ ἐλαίαςἐν Πέλοπος Φρυγίουκλεινοῖς ἀέθλοις.
Graces with golden distaffs, give fame, which moves the minds of men; for the divinely inspired prophet of the violet-eyed Muses is ready to sing the praises of Phlius andthe flourishing plain of Nemean Zeus, where white-armed Hera reared the sheep-slaughtering, deep-voiced lion, the first of Heracles' far-famed labors.There the heroes with red shields, the best of the Argives, held games for the first time in honor of Archemorus, whom a fiery-eyed monstrous dragon killed in his sleep: a sign of the slaughter to come.Powerful fate! The son of Oicles could not persuade them to go back to the streets thronged with good men. Hope robs men [of their sense]:it was she who then sent Adrastus son of Talausto Thebes … to Polyneices … The mortal men who crown their golden hair with the triennial garland from those glorious games in Nemea are illustrious;and now a god has given it to the victorious Automedes,for he stood out among the pentathletes as the shining moon in the mid-month night sky outshines the light of the stars.In such a way, amid the vast circling crowd of the Greeks, did he display his marvellous body, hurling the wheel-shaped discus, and raise a shout from the people as he flung the shaft of the dark-leaved elder-treefrom his hand into the steep sky.He executed the flashing movement of wrestling, and brought strong-limbed bodies down to the earth with such high-spirited strength, then returned to the dark-whirling waters of the Asopus,whose fame has reached every land, even the farthest reaches of the Nile. And the women skilled with the spear who live by the fair-flowing stream of Thermodon, daughters of horse-driving Ares,have met with your descendants, much-envied lord of rivers, and so has Troy, the city of high gates. Countless reports of your offspring tread wide paths everywhere, of your daughterswith shining belts, whom the gods established, with good fortune, as founders of cities that were never to be sacked.Who does not know the well-built city of dark-haired Thebes,or renowned Aegina, who went to the bed of great Zeus and bore the hero … who … the land of the Achaeans … trials …… with beautiful robe …and Peirene with her twisted garland, and as many otherhonorable daughters of the ancient resounding river who were overcome in the glorifying beds of gods. … city … victory … the cries of flutes …… to speak well of golden, violet-haired Cypris, the glorious mother of unbending passions for mortals… hymn …… even for one who is dead… everlasting time, would always declare to later generations your victory at Nemea. A fine deed which attains genuine songs of praise is stored up on high with the gods.With the true remembrance of men, the finest adornment of the [deep-waisted] Muses is left behind even [after death].There are many … of men; but the mind of the gods distinguisheswhat is hidden in the darkness of night … and the better …… few men … what will be.… gave … grace … and Dionysus … city honored by the gods … to dwell …golden-sceptered … whoever takes a fine thing … praise … for the son of Timoxenos sing praises, with processions [of young men], for his victory in the pentathlon.
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