I will begin with the Muses and Apollo and Zeus. For it is through the Muses and Apollo that there are singers upon the earth and players upon the lyre; but kings are from Zeus. Happy is he whom the Muses love: sweet flows speech from his lips.
μουσάων ἄρχωμαι Ἀπόλλωνός τε Διός τε·ἐκ γὰρ Μουσάων καὶ ἑκηβόλου Ἀπόλλωνοςἄνδρες ἀοιδοὶ ἔασιν ἐπὶ χθονὶ καὶ κιθαρισταί,ἐκ δὲ Διὸς βασιλῆες· ὃ δʼ ὄλβιος, ὅν τινα Μοῦσαι φίλωνται·
Hail, children of Zeus! Give honor to my song! And now I will remember you and another song also.
γλυκερή οἱ ἀπὸ στόματος ῥέει αὐδή.χαίρετε, τέκνα Διός, καὶ ἐμὴν τιμήσατʼ ἀοιδήν·αὐτὰρ ἐγὼν ὑμέων τε καὶ ἄλλης μνήσομʼ ἀοιδῆς.