Of Pallas Athena, guardian of the city, I begin to sing. Dread is she, and with Ares she loves deeds of war, the sack of cities and the shouting and the battle. It is she who saves the people as they go out to war and come back.
Παλλάδʼ Ἀθηναίην ἐρυσίπτολιν ἄρχομʼ ἀείδειν,δεινήν, ᾗ σὺν Ἄρηι μέλει πολεμήια ἔργαπερθόμεναί τε πόληες ἀϋτή τε πτόλεμοί τε,καί τʼ ἐρρύσατο λαὸν ἰόντα τε νισσόμενόν τε.
Hail, goddess, and give us good fortune with happiness!
χαῖρε, θεά, δὸς δʼ ἄμμι τύχην εὐδαιμονίην τε.