Muse, sing of Artemis, sister of the Far-shooter, the virgin who delights in arrows, who was fostered with Apollo. She waters her horses from Meles deep in reeds, and swiftly drives her all-golden chariot through Smyrna to vine-clad Claros where Apollo, god of the silver bow, sits waiting for the far-shooting goddess who delights in arrows.
Ἄρτεμιν ὕμνει, Μοῦσα, κασιγνήτην Ἑκάτοιο.παρθένον ἰοχέαιραν, ὁμότροφον Ἀπόλλωνος,ἥθʼ ἵππους ἄρσασα βαθυσχοίνοιο Μέλητοςῥίμφα διὰ Σμύρνης παγχρύσεον ἅρμα διώκει ἐς Κλάρον ἀμπελόεσσαν, ὅθʼ ἀργυρότοξος Ἀπόλλωνἧσται μιμνάζων ἑκατηβόλον ἰοχέαιραν.
And so hail to you, Artemis, in my song and to all goddesses as well. Of you first I sing and with you I begin; now that I have begun with you, I will turn to another song.
καὶ σὺ μὲν οὕτω χαῖρε θεαί θʼ ἅμα πᾶσαι ἀοιδῇ·αὐτὰρ ἐγώ σε πρῶτα καὶ ἐκ σέθεν ἄρχομʼ ἀείδειν,σεῦ δʼ ἐγὼ ἀρξάμενος μεταβήσομαι ἄλλον ἐς ὕμνον.