Bright-eyed Muses, tell of the Tyndaridae, the Sons of Zeus, glorious children of neat-ankled Leda, Castor the tamer of horses, and blameless Polydeuces. When Leda had lain with the dark-clouded Son of Cronos, she bare them beneath the peak of the great hill Taygetus, — children who are deliverers of men on earth and of swift-going ships when stormy gales rage over the ruthless sea.
ἀμφὶ Διὸς κούρους, ἑλικώπιδες ἔσπετε Μοῦσαι,Τυνδαρίδας, Λήδης καλλισφύρου ἀγλαὰ τέκνα,Κάστορά θ’ ἱππόδαμον καὶ ἀμώμητον Πολυδεύκεα,τοὺς ὑπὸ Ταϋγέτου κορυφῇ ὄρεος μεγάλοιο μιχθεῖσ’ ἐν φιλότητι κελαινεφέι Κρονίωνισωτῆρας τέκε παῖδας ἐπιχθονίων ἀνθρώπωνὠκυπόρων τε νεῶν, ὅτε τε σπέρχωσιν ἄελλαιχειμέριαι κατὰ πόντον ἀμείλιχον·
Then the shipmen call upon the sons of great Zeus with vows of white lambs, going to the forepart of the prow; but the strong wind and the waves of the sea lay the ship under water, until suddenly these two are seen darting through the air on tawny wings.
οἳ δ’ ἀπὸ νηῶνεὐχόμενοι καλέουσι Διὸς κούρους μεγάλοιο ἄρνεσσιν λευκοῖσιν, ἐπ’ ἀκρωτήρια βάντεςπρύμνης·
Forthwith they allay the blasts of the cruel winds and still the waves upon the surface of the white sea: fair signs are they and deliverance from toil.
τὴν δ’ ἄνεμός τε μέγας καὶ κῦμα θαλάσσηςθῆκαν ὑποβρυχίην· οἳ δ’ ἐξαπίνης ἐφάνησανξουθῇσι πτερύγεσσι δι’ αἰθέρος ἀίξαντες,αὐτίκα δ’ ἀργαλέων ἀνέμων κατέπαυσαν ἀέλλας, κύματα δ’ ἐστόρεσαν λευκῆς ἁλὸς ἐν πελάγεσσι,σήματα καλά, πόνου ἀπονόσφισιν·
And when the shipmen see them they are glad and have rest from their pain and labour. Hail, Tyndaridae, riders upon swift horses! Now I will remember you and another song also.
οἳ δὲ ἰδόντεςγήθησαν, παύσαντο δ’ ὀιζυροῖο πόνοιο.χαίρετε, Τυνδαρίδαι, ταχέων ἐπιβήτορες ἵππων·αὐτὰρ ἐγὼν ὑμέων τε καὶ ἄλλης μνήσομ’ ἀοιδῆς.