I Prithee, clear-voiced Muse, daughter of mighty Zeus, sing of the mother of all gods and men. She is well-pleased with the sound of rattles and of timbrels, with the voice of flutes and the outcry of wolves and bright-eyed lions, with echoing hills and wooded coombes.
μητέρα μοι πάντων τε θεῶν πάντων τʼ ἀνθρώπωνὕμνει, Μοῦσα λίγεια, Διὸς θυγάτηρ μεγάλοιο,ᾗ κροτάλων τυπάνων τʼ ἰαχὴ σύν τε βρόμος αὐλῶνεὔαδεν ἠδὲ λύκων κλαγγὴ χαροπῶν τε λεόντων οὔρεά τʼ ἠχήεντα καὶ ὑλήεντες ἔναυλοι.
And so hail to you in my song and to all goddesses as well!
καὶ σὺ μὲν οὕτω χαῖρε θεαί θʼ ἅμα πᾶσαι ἀοιδῇ.