Sing, clear-voiced Muse, of Castor and Polydeuces, the Tyndaridae, who sprang from Olympian Zeus. Beneath the heights of Taygetus stately Leda bare them, when the dark-clouded Son of Cronos had privily bent her to his will.
Κάστορα καὶ Πολυδεύκε’ ἀείσεο, Μοῦσα λίγεια,Τυνδαρίδας, οἳ Ζηνὸς Ὀλυμπίου ἐξεγένοντο·τοὺς ὑπὸ Τηϋγέτου κορυφῇς τέκε πότνια Λήδηλάθρη ὑποδμηθεῖσα κελαινεφέι Κρονίωνι.
Hail, children of Tyndareus, riders upon swift horses!
χαίρετε, Τυνδαρίδαι, ταχέων ἐπιβήτορες ἵππων.