My mother, Thebe of the golden shield, I shall place your interests above my lack of leisure. May rocky Delos, in whose praises I have poured myself out, not be indignant at me.What is dearer to good men than their noble parents? Yield, island of Apollo; indeed, with the help of the gods I shall accomplish the end of both graceful songs,honoring in the dance both Phoebus with the unshorn hair, in wave-washed Ceos with its mariners, and the sea-dividing reef of the Isthmus.Since the Isthmus gave to the people of Cadmus six garlands from her games, the glory of triumph for my fatherland, where Alcmena bore her fearlessson, before whom the bold hounds of Geryon once trembled. But I, while I frame for Herodotus a prize of honor for his four-horse chariot,and for managing the reins with his own hands and not another’s, want to join him to the song of Castor or of Iolaus, for of all heroes they were the strongest charioteers, the one born in Sparta and the other in Thebes.And in the games they attempted the greatest number of contests, and adorned their homes with tripodsand caldrons and goblets of gold, tasting victorious garlands. Their excellence shines clearly, in the naked footraces and in the shield-clashing hoplite races,and in all the deeds of their hands, in flinging the spearand whenever they hurled the stone discus. For there was no pentathlon, but for each feat a separate prize was set up. Often crowning their hair with wreaths from these contests they appeared beside the streams of Dirce or near the Eurotas,the son of Iphicles, who was of the same city as the race of the Sown Men, and the son of Tyndareus, dwelling among the Achaeans in his highland home of Therapne. Farewell. But I, arraying with song Poseidon and the sacred Isthmus and the shores of Onchestus, shall tell, along with the honors of this man, the very famous fortune of his father Asopodorusand of his ancestral land of Orchomenus, which received him from the boundless sea when he was hard-pressed by shipwreck, in chilly misfortune. But now once more his hereditary fortune has embarked him onthe fair weather of the old days. And he who has suffered toils gains foresight in his mind.If a man has devoted his whole spirit to excellence, sparing neither expense nor toils, it is right to grant the boast of manliness to those who achieve excellence, with an ungrudgingmind. For it is an easy gift for a skilled man to speak words of praise in recompense for labors of all kinds and thus to promote the common good.Different wages for different deeds are sweet to men, to the shepherd and the ploughman and the bird-trapper, and the man whom the sea nourishes. Every man is intent upon keeping persistent famine from his belly.But he who wins rich renown in the games or in war receives the highest gain: to be well spoken of by his fellow-citizens and by strangers, the choicest bloom of speech.For us it is right to celebrate the earth-shaking son of Cronus, returning a good deed to our beneficent neighbor, the lord of horse-racing and chariots;and to invoke your sons, Amphitryon, and the secluded valley of Minyas, and Eleusis, the famous precinct of Demeter, and Euboea, when we speak of curving race-courses.Protesilas, I add besides your sacred ground in Phylace, the home of Achaean men.But the brief limits of my song prevent me from telling of all the victories that Hermes, lord of games, granted to Herodotus and his horses. Truly, often that which is hushed in silence actually brings greater pleasure.May he, raised up on the splendid wings of the Pierian Muses with their lovely voices,also arm his hand with wreaths from Pytho, with exquisite wreaths from the Alpheus and the Olympian games, thus winning glory for seven-gated Thebes. But if someone hoards hidden wealth at home, and attacks others with mockery, he fails to consider that he is giving up his soul to Hades without glory.
μᾶτερ ἐμά, τὸ τεόν, χρύσασπι Θήβα,πρᾶγμα καὶ ἀσχολίας ὑπέρτερονθήσομαι. μή μοι κραναὰ νεμεσάσαιΔᾶλος, ἐν ᾇ κέχυμαι.τί φίλτερον κεδνῶν τοκέων ἀγαθοῖς;εἶξον, Ὠπολλωνιάς· ἀμφοτερᾶν τοι χαρίτων σὺν θεοῖς ζεύξω τέλος,καὶ τὸν ἀκειρεκόμαν Φοῖβον χορεύωνἐν Κέῳ ἀμφιρύτᾳ σὺν ποντίοιςἀνδράσιν, καὶ τὰν ἁλιερκέα, Ἰσθμοῦδειράδʼ· ἐπεὶ στεφάνουςἓξ ὤπασεν Κάδμου στρατῷ ἐξ ἀέθλων,καλλίνικον πατρίδι κῦδος. ἐν ᾇ καὶ τὸν ἀδείμαντον Ἀλκμήνα τέκενπαῖδα, θρασεῖαι τόν ποτε Γηρυόνα φρῖξαν κύνες.ἀλλʼ ἐγὼ Ἡροδότῳ τεύχων τὸ μὲν ἅρματι τεθρίππῳ γέρας,ἁνία τʼ ἀλλοτρίαις οὐ χερσὶ νωμάσαντʼ ἐθέλωἢ Καστορείῳ ἢ Ἰολάου ἐναρμόξαι νιν ὕμνῳ.κεῖνοι γὰρ ἡρώων διφρηλάται Λακεδαίμονι καὶ Θήβαις ἐτέκνωθεν κράτιστοι·ἔν τʼ ἀέθλοισι θίγον πλείστων ἀγώνων,καὶ τριπόδεσσιν ἐκόσμησαν δόμονκαὶ λεβήτεσσιν φιάλαισί τε χρυσοῦ,γευόμενοι στεφάνωννικαφόρων· λάμπει δὲ σαφὴς ἀρετὰἔν τε γυμνοῖσι σταδίοις σφίσιν ἔν τʼ ἀσπιδοδούποισιν ὁπλίταις δρόμοις,οἷά τε χερσὶν ἀκοντίζοντες αἰχμαῖς,καὶ λιθίνοις ὁπότʼ ἐν δίσκοις ἵεν.οὐ γὰρ ἦν πεντάθλιον, ἀλλʼ ἐφʼ ἑκάστῳἔργματι κεῖτο τέλος.τῶν ἀθρόοις ἀνδησάμενοι θαμάκιςἔρνεσιν χαίτας ῥεέθροισί τε Δίρκας ἔφανεν καὶ παρʼ Εὐρώτᾳ πέλας,Ἰφικλέος μὲν παῖς ὁμόδαμος ἐὼν Σπαρτῶν γένει,Τυνδαρίδας δʼ ἐν Ἀχαιοῖς ὑψίπεδον Θεράπνας οἰκ έω ν ἕδος.χαίρετʼ. ἐγὼ δὲ Ποσειδάωνι Ἰσθμῷ τε ζαθέᾳὈγχηστίαισίν τʼ ἀϊόνεσσιν περιστέλλων ἀοιδὰνγαρύσομαι τοῦδʼ ἀνδρὸς ἐν τιμαῖσιν ἀγακλέα τὰν Ἀσωποδώρου πατρὸς αἶσανὈρχομενοῖό τε πατρῴαν ἄρουραν,ἅ νιν ἐρειδόμενον ναυαγίαιςἐξ ἀμετρήτας ἁλὸς ἐν κρυοέσσᾳδέξατο συντυχίᾳ·νῦν δʼ αὖτις ἀρχαίας ἐπέβασε πότμοςσυγγενὴς εὐαμερίας. ὁ πονήσαις δὲ νόῳ καὶ προμάθειαν φέρει·εἰ δʼ ἀρετᾷ κατάκειται πᾶσαν ὀργάν,ἀμφότερον δαπάναις τε καὶ πόνοις,χρή νιν εὑρόντεσσιν ἀγάνορα κόμπονμὴ φθονεραῖσι φέρεινγνώμαις. ἐπεὶ κούφα δόσις ἀνδρὶ σοφῷἀντὶ μόχθων παντοδαπῶν ἔπος εἰπόντʼ ἀγαθὸν ξυνὸν ὀρθῶσαι καλόν.μισθὸς γὰρ ἄλλοις ἄλλος ἐφʼ ἔργμασιν ἀνθρώποις γλυκύς,μηλοβότᾳ τʼ ἀρότᾳ τʼ ὀρνιχολόχῳ τε καὶ ὃν πόντος τρέφει·γαστρὶ δὲ πᾶς τις ἀμύνων λιμὸν αἰανῆ τέταται·ὃς δʼ ἀμφʼ ἀέθλοις ἢ πολεμίζων ἄρηται κῦδος ἁβρόν,εὐαγορηθεὶς κέρδος ὕψιστον δέκεται, πολιατᾶν καὶ ξένων γλώσσας ἄωτον.ἄμμι δʼ ἔοικε Κρόνου σεισίχθονʼ υἱὸνγείτονʼ ἀμειβομένοις εὐεργέτανἁρμάτων ἱπποδρόμιον κελαδῆσαι,καὶ σέθεν, Ἀμφιτρύων,παῖδας προσειπεῖν, τὸν Μινύα τε μυχὸνκαὶ τὸ Δάματρος κλυτὸν ἄλσος Ἐλευσῖνα καὶ Εὔβοιαν ἐν γναμπτοῖς δρόμοις·Πρωτεσίλα, τὸ τεὸν δʼ ἀνδρῶν Ἀχαιῶνἐν Φυλάκᾳ τέμενος συμβάλλομαι.πάντα δʼ ἐξειπεῖν, ὅσʼ ἀγώνιος ἙρμᾶςἩροδότῳ ἔπορενἵπποις, ἀφαιρεῖται βραχὺ μέτρον ἔχωνὕμνος. ἦ μὰν πολλάκι καὶ τὸ σεσωπαμένον εὐθυμίαν μείζω φέρει.εἴη νιν εὐφώνων πτερύγεσσιν ἀερθέντʼ ἀγλααῖςΠιερίδων ἔτι καὶ Πυθῶθεν Ὀλυμπιάδων τʼ ἐξαιρέτοιςἈλφεοῦ ἔρνεσι φράξαι χεῖρα τιμὰν ἑπταπύλοιςΘήβαισι τεύχοντʼ. εἰ δέ τις ἔνδον νέμει πλοῦτον κρυφαῖον,ἄλλοισι δʼ ἐμπίπτων γελᾷ, ψυχὰν Ἀΐδᾳ τελέων οὐ φράζεται δόξας ἄνευθεν.
The men of old, Thrasybulus, who mounted the chariot of the Muses with their golden headbands, joining the glorious lyre, lightly shot forth their honey-voiced songs for young men, if one was handsome and hadthe sweetest ripeness that brings to mind Aphrodite on her lovely throne.For in those days the Muse was not yet a lover of gain, nor did she work for hire. And sweet gentle-voiced odes did not go for sale, with silvered faces, from honey-voiced Terpsichore. But as things are now, she bids us heedthe saying of the Argive man, which comes closest to actual truth:“Money, money makes the man,” he said, when he lost his wealth and his friends at the same time. But enough, for you are wise. I sing the Isthmian victory with horses, not unrecognized, which Poseidon granted to Xenocrates,and sent him a garland of Dorian wild celery for his hair, to have himself crowned,thus honoring the man of the fine chariot, the light of the people of Acragas. And in Crisa widely powerful Apollo looked graciously on him, and gave him glory there as well. And joined with the renowned favors of the sons of Erechtheusin splendid Athens, he found no fault with the chariot-preserving hand of the man who drove his horses,the hand with which Nicomachus gave the horses full rein at the right moment—that driver whom the heralds of the seasons, the Elean truce-bearers of Zeus son of Cronus recognized, since they had no doubt experienced some hospitable act of friendship from him.And with sweet-breathing voice they greeted him when he fell into the lap of golden Victoryin their own land, which they call the precinct of Olympian Zeus, where the sons of Aenesidamus were linked with immortal honors.Truly, Thrasybulus, the homes of your family are not unfamiliar with lovely victory-processions, nor with the sweet boasting of songs.For it is no hill to climb, nor is the road steep, if one brings the honors of the Heliconian Muses to the homes of famous men.Having hurled the discus far, may I fling my javelin as far beyond all others, as Xenocrates obtained a sweet temper surpassing all men. He was honored in his townsmen’s company,and he upheld the raising of horses according to the customs of all Greeks. He also welcomed all the banquets for the gods,and the force of the blowing wind never made him furl his sail around his hospitable table; he journeyed as far as Phasis in the summer, and in the winter sailed to the banks of the Nile.Now, although envious hopes beset the minds of mortals, let him never hush in silence either his father’s excellenceor these songs. For I did not fashion them to stand idle. Give this message, Nicasippus, when you come across my trusty friend.
οἱ μὲν πάλαι, ὦ Θρασύβουλε, φῶτες, οἳ χρυσαμπύκωνἐς δίφρον Μοισᾶν ἔβαινον κλυτᾷ φόρμιγγι συναντόμενοι,ῥίμφα παιδείους ἐτόξευον μελιγάρυας ὕμνους,ὅστις ἐὼν καλὸς εἶχεν Ἀφροδίταςεὐθρόνου μνάστειραν ἁδίσταν ὀπώραν.ἁ Μοῖσα γὰρ οὐ φιλοκερδής πω τότʼ ἦν οὐδʼ ἐργάτις·οὐδʼ ἐπέρναντο γλυκεῖαι μελιφθόγγου ποτὶ Τερψιχόραςἀργυρωθεῖσαι πρόσωπα μαλθακόφωνοι ἀοιδαί.νῦν δʼ ἐφίητι ⟨τὸ⟩ τὠργείου φυλάξαιῥῆμʼ ἀλαθείας ⟨ἐτᾶς⟩ ἄγχιστα βαῖνον,χρήματα, χρήματʼ ἀνήρ, ὃς φᾶ κτεάνων θʼ ἅμα λειφθεὶς καὶ φίλων.ἐσσὶ γὰρ ὦν σοφός, οὐκ ἄγνωτʼ ἀείδωἸσθμίαν ἵπποισι νίκαν,τὰν Ξενοκράτει Ποσειδάων ὀπάσαις,Δωρίων αὐτῷ στεφάνωμα κόμᾳπέμπεν ἀναδεῖσθαι σελίνων,εὐάρματον ἄνδρα γεραίρων, Ἀκραγαντίνων φάος.ἐν Κρίσᾳ δʼ εὐρυσθενὴς εἶδʼ Ἀπόλλων νιν πόρε τʼ ἀγλαΐανκαὶ τόθι· κλειναῖς ⟨δʼ⟩ Ἐρεχθειδᾶν χαρίτεσσιν ἀραρὼςταῖς λιπαραῖς ἐν Ἀθάναις, οὐκ ἐμέμφθηῥυσίδιφρον χεῖρα πλαξίπποιο φωτός,τὰν Νικόμαχος κατὰ καιρὸν νεῖμʼ ἁπάσαις ἁνίαις·ὅντε καὶ κάρυκες ὡρᾶν ἀνέγνον, σπονδοφόροι ΚρονίδαΖηνὸς Ἀλεῖοι, παθόντες πού τι φιλόξενον ἔργον·ἁδυπνόῳ τέ νιν ἀσπάζοντο φωνᾷχρυσέας ἐν γούνασιν πίτνοντα Νίκαςγαῖαν ἀνὰ σφετέραν, τὰν δὴ καλέοισιν Ὀλυμπίου Διὸςἄλσος· ἵνʼ ἀθανάτοις Αἰνησιδάμουπαῖδες ἐν τιμαῖς ἔμιχθεν.καὶ γὰρ οὐκ ἀγνῶτες ὑμῖν ἐντὶ δόμοιοὔτε κώμων, ὦ Θρασύβουλʼ, ἐρατῶν,οὔτε μελικόμπων ἀοιδᾶν.οὐ γὰρ πάγος, οὐδὲ προσάντης ἁ κέλευθος γίνεται,εἴ τις εὐδόξων ἐς ἀνδρῶν ἄγοι τιμὰς Ἑλικωνιάδων.μακρὰ δισκήσαις ἀκοντίσσαιμι τοσοῦθʼ, ὅσον ὀργὰνΞεινοκράτης ὑπὲρ ἀνθρώπων γλυκεῖανἔσχεν. αἰδοῖος μὲν ἦν ἀστοῖς ὁμιλεῖν,ἱπποτροφίας τε νομίζων ἐν Πανελλάνων νόμῳ·καὶ θεῶν δαῖτας προσέπτυκτο πάσας· οὐδέ ποτε ξενίανοὖρος ἐμπνεύσαις ὑπέστειλʼ ἱστίον ἀμφὶ τράπεζαν·ἀλλʼ ἐπέρα ποτὶ μὲν Φᾶσιν θερείαις,ἐν δὲ χειμῶνι πλέων Νείλου πρὸς ἀκτάς.μή νυν, ὅτι φθονεραὶ θνατῶν φρένας ἀμφικρέμανται ἐλπίδες,μήτʼ ἀρετάν ποτε σιγάτω πατρῴαν,μηδὲ τούσδʼ ὕμνους· ἐπεί τοιοὐκ ἐλινύσοντας αὐτοὺς εἰργασάμαν.ταῦτα, Νικάσιππʼ, ἀπόνειμον, ὅτανξεῖνον ἐμὸν ἠθαῖον ἔλθῃς.
If any man has good fortune, either in famous contests or by the strength of his wealth, yet restrains troublesome ambition in his mind, he is worthy to be joined with his townsmen’s praises. Zeus, great excellence attends on mortalsfrom you. Greater prosperity lives with those who revere you; but it does not keep company with crooked minds, flourishing equally for all time.As a recompense for glorious deeds, it is right to celebrate a noble man, and it is right to exalt him in victory-songs with the gentle Graces. Yes, in two contests Melissushas had a share of good fortune, to turn his heart to sweet joyfulness; he received garlands in the glens of the Isthmus, and in the valley of the deep-chested lion he had Thebes announcedwhen he was victorious in horse-racing. He does not dishonor the inborn excellence he has from his ancestors.Surely you know of the ancient glory of Cleonymus in the chariot-races. And, being related to the Labdacids on their mother’s side, they followed a path of wealth with the toil of their four-horse teams. But the whirling days of a man’s lifetime change many things. Only the children of the gods are unwounded.
εἴ τις ἀνδρῶν εὐτυχήσαις ἢ σὺν εὐδόξοις ἀέθλοιςἢ σθένει πλούτου κατέχει φρασὶν αἰανῆ κόρον,ἄξιος εὐλογίαις ἀστῶν μεμίχθαι.Ζεῦ, μεγάλαι δʼ ἀρεταὶ θνατοῖς ἕπονταιἐκ σέθεν· ζώει δὲ μάσσων ὄλβος ὀπιζομένων, πλαγίαις δὲ φρένεσσινοὐχ ὁμῶς πάντα χρόνον θάλλων ὁμιλεῖ.εὐκλέων δʼ ἔργων ἄποινα χρὴ μὲν ὑμνῆσαι τὸν ἐσλόν,χρὴ δὲ κωμάζοντʼ ἀγαναῖς χαρίτεσσιν βαστάσαι.ἔστι δὲ καὶ διδύμων ἀέ θλων Μελίσσῳμοῖρα πρὸς εὐφροσύναν τρέψαι γλυκεῖανἦτορ, ἐν βάσσαισιν Ἰσθμοῦ δεξαμένῳ στεφάνους, τὰ δὲ κοίλᾳ λέοντοςἐν βαθυστέρνου νάπᾳ κάρυξε Θήβανἱπποδρομίᾳ κρατέων. ἀνδρῶν δʼ ἀρετὰνσύμφυτον οὐ κατελέγχει.ἴστε μὰν Κλεωνύμουδόξαν παλαιὰν ἅρμασιν·καὶ ματρόθε Λαβδακίδαισιν σύννομοι πλούτου διέστειχον τετραοριᾶν πόνοις.αἰὼν δὲ κυλινδομέναις ἁμέραις ἄλλʼ ἄλλοτʼ ἐξάλλαξεν· ἄτρωτοί γε μὰν παῖδες θεῶν.
Thanks to the gods, I have countless paths opening on every side; Melissus, at the Isthmian games you revealed abundant resources for celebrating in song the excellence of your family, in which the sons of Cleonymus flourish perpetually,with a god’s favor, as they progress towards the mortal end of life. But a changeable wind sweeps down and drives all men at different times.These men truly are spoken of as honored in Thebes from the beginning; they have good relations with the neighboring towns, and are bereft of loud arrogance. And as for the memorials that fly through all the world,memorials of boundless fame for living and dead men, they have attained all of these in full. Through their manly deeds they reached from home to touch the farthest limit, the pillars of Heracles—do not pursue excellence any farther than that! And they became breeders of horsesand were pleasing to bronze-clad Ares. But on a single day the rough storm of war robbed their blessed hearth of four men. Now, after the wintry gloom of the changing months, the ground has blossomed as if with crimson rosesby the will of the gods. The shaker of the earth who dwells at Onchestusand at the sea-bridge before the walls of Corinth, by offering to that family this marvellous song, wakes from her bed their ancient fame for glorious deeds. For she had fallen asleep, but now she has awakened and her body shines, marvellous to see, like the morning-star among other stars.She proclaimed their chariot victorious on the high ground of Athens and also in Sicyon at the games of Adrastus, and thus gave them leaves of song, like these, from the singers of their time. Nor did they keep their curved chariot from competing in the general contests; striving against all of Greece, they rejoiced in spending their wealth on their horses.Those who attempt nothing face silence and obscurity,and fortune remains hidden even to those who contend, until they reach the final goal. For she dispenses from this side and from that, and the skill of weaker mencan overtake and trip up a stronger man. Indeed, you know of the bloodstained might of Aias, which late at night he pierced by falling on his own sword, thus bringing blame on all the sons of the Greeks who went to Troy.But he is honored throughout the world by Homer, who set the record right concerning all his excellence and told it with the staff of his divine words, for posterity to play.For if one says something well, that saying goes forth speaking with an immortal voice. And the radiance of fine deeds, forever unquenchable, has crossed the fruitful earth and the sea.May we win the favor of the Muses and kindle that torch of song, a worthy garland from the pancratiumfor Melissus, too, the scion of the race of Telesias. For in the toil of conflict he resembles the spirit of loud-roaring lions in boldness, while in wisdom he is like the fox, who forestalls the swoop of the eagle by falling on her back. And it is right to do anything to blot out one’s enemy.For Melissus was not allotted the nature of Orion;he is negligible to look at, though heavy to grapple with in his strength. And yet once there went from Thebes, Cadmus’ city, a hero short in stature but unflinching in spirit. This hero went to the house of Antaeus in grain-bearing Libya, to keep him from roofing Poseidon’s temple with the skulls of strangers,Alcmena’s son. He went to Olympus, after he had explored all lands and the high-cliffed hollow of the gray sea, and had tamed the straits for sailors. Now he dwells beside aegis-bearing Zeus, and has the most beautiful prosperity. He is honored as a friend by the immortals and is married to Hebe;he is lord of a golden house, and son-in-law to Hera.For him, above the Electran gates, we Thebans, busily preparing the feast and the circle of newly-built altars, pile up burnt offerings in honor of the eight bronze-clad men, now dead, the sons whom Megara, Creon’s daughter, bore him.For them the flame rises in the rays of the setting sun and blazes all night long, prodding the air with fragrant smoke.And on the second day is that struggle of strength, the final event of the annual games. And there, his head wreathed with whitemyrtle, this man showed forth a double victory, having won before in the boy’s contest by heeding the wise advice of his helmsman and trainer, Orseas. I will honor him together with Orseas in my victory-song, pouring delightful grace on both.
ἔστι μοι θεῶν ἕκατι μυρία παντᾷ κέλευθος·ὦ Μέλισσʼ, εὐμαχανίαν γὰρ ἔφανας Ἰσθμίοιςὑμετέρας ἀρετὰς ὕμνῳ διώκειν·αἷσι Κλεωνυμίδαι θάλλοντες αἰεὶσὺν θεῷ θνατὸν διέρχονται βιότου τέλος. ἄλλοτε δʼ ἀλλοῖος οὖροςπάντας ἀνθρώπους ἐπαΐσσων ἐλαύνει.τοὶ μὲν ὦν Θήβαισι τιμάεντες ἀρχᾶθεν λέγονταιπρόξενοί τʼ ἀμφικτιόνων κελαδεννᾶς τʼ ὀρφανοὶὕβριος· ὅσσα δʼ ἐπʼ ἀνθρώπους ἄηταιμαρτύρια φθιμένων ζωῶν τε φωτῶνἀπλέτου δόξας, ἐπέψαυσαν κατὰ πᾶν τέλος· ἀνορέαις δʼ ἐσχάταισινοἴκοθεν στάλαισιν ἅπτονθʼ Ἡρακλείαις·καὶ μηκέτι μακροτέραν σπεύδειν ἀρετάν.ἱπποτρόφοι τʼ ἐγένοντο,χαλκέῳ τʼ Ἄρει ἅδον.ἀλλʼ ἁμέρᾳ γὰρ ἐν μιᾷτραχεῖα νιφὰς πολέμοιο τεσσάρωνἀνδρῶν ἐρήμωσεν μάκαιραν ἑστίαν·νῦν δʼ αὖ μετὰ χειμέριον ποικίλων μηνῶν ζόφονχθὼν ὥτε φοινικέοισιν ἄνθησεν ῥόδοιςδαιμόνων βουλαῖς. ὁ κινητὴρ δὲ γᾶς Ὀγχηστὸν οἰκέωνκαὶ γέφυραν ποντιάδα πρὸ Κορίνθου τειχέων,τόνδε πορὼν γενεᾷ θαυμαστὸν ὕμνονἐκ λεχέων ἀνάγει φάμαν παλαιὰνεὐκλέων ἔργων· ἐν ὕπνῳ γὰρ πέσεν· ἀλλʼ ἀνεγειρομένα χρῶτα λάμπει,Ἀωσφόρος θαητὸς ὣς ἄστροις ἐν ἄλλοις·ἅ τε κἀν γουνοῖς Ἀθανᾶν ἅρμα καρύξαισα νικᾶνἔν τʼ Ἀδραστείοις ἀέθλοις Σικυῶνος ὤπασεντοιάδε τῶν τότʼ ἐόντων φύλλʼ ἀοιδᾶν.οὐδὲ παναγυρίων ξυνᾶν ἀπεῖχονκαμπύλον δίφρον, Πανελλάνεσσι δʼ ἐριζόμενοι δαπάνᾳ χαῖρον ἵππων.τῶν ἀπειράτων γὰρ ἄγνωστοι σιωπαί,ἔστιν δʼ ἀφάνεια τύχας καὶ μαρναμένων,πρὶν τέλος ἄκρον ἱκέσθαι·τῶν τε γὰρ καὶ τῶν διδοῖ·καὶ κρέσσονʼ ἀνδρῶν χειρόνωνἔσφαλε τέχνα καταμάρψαισʼ. ἴστε μὰν Αἴαντος ἀλκὰν φοίνιον, τὰν ὀψίᾳἐν νυκτὶ ταμὼν περὶ ᾧ φασγάνῳ, μομφὰν ἔχει παίδεσσιν Ἑλλάνων ὅσοι Τρῴανδʼ ἔβαν.ἀλλʼ Ὅμηρός τοι τετίμακεν διʼ ἀνθρώπων, ὃς αὐτοῦπᾶσαν ὀρθώσαις ἀρετὰν κατὰ ῥάβδον ἔφρασενθεσπεσίων ἐπέων λοιποῖς ἀθύρειν.τοῦτο γὰρ ἀθάνατον φωνᾶεν ἕρπει,εἴ τις εὖ εἴπῃ τι· καὶ πάγκαρπον ἐπὶ χθόνα καὶ διὰ πόντον βέβακενἑργμάτων ἀκτὶς καλῶν ἄσβεστος αἰεί.προφρόνων Μοισᾶν τύχοιμεν, κεῖνον ἅψαι πυρσὸν ὕμνωνκαὶ Μελίσσῳ, παγκρατίου στεφάνωμʼ ἐπάξιον,ἔρνεϊ Τελεσιάδα. τόλμᾳ γὰρ εἰκὼςθυμὸν ἐριβρεμετᾶν θηρῶν λεόντωνἐν πόνῳ, μῆτιν δʼ ἀλώπηξ, αἰετοῦ ἅ τʼ ἀναπιτναμένα ῥόμβον ἴσχει.χρὴ δὲ πᾶν ἔρδοντα μαυρῶσαι τὸν ἐχθρόν.οὐ γὰρ φύσιν Ὠαριωνείαν ἔλαχεν·ἀλλʼ ὀνοτὸς μὲν ἰδέσθαι,συμπεσεῖν δʼ ἀκμᾷ βαρύς.καίτοι πότʼ Ἀνταίου δόμουςΘηβᾶν ἀπὸ Καδμεϊᾶν μορφὰν βραχύς, ψυχὰν δʼ ἄκαμπτος, προσπαλαίσων ἦλθʼ ἀνὴρτὰν πυροφόρον Λιβύαν, κρανίοις ὄφρα ξένων ναὸν Ποσειδάωνος ἐρέφοντα σχέθοι,υἱὸς Ἀλκμήνας· ὃς Οὐλυμπόνδʼ ἔβα, γαίας τε πάσαςκαὶ βαθύκρημνον πολιᾶς ἁλὸς ἐξευρὼν θέναρ,ναυτιλίαισί τε πορθμὸν ἁμερώσαις.νῦν δὲ παρʼ Αἰγιόχῳ κάλλιστον ὄλβονἀμφέπων ναίει, τετίματαί τε πρὸς ἀθανάτων φίλος, Ἥβαν τʼ ὀπυίει,χρυσέων οἴκων ἄναξ καὶ γαμβρὸς Ἥρας.τῷ μὲν Ἀλεκτρᾶν ὕπερθεν δαῖτα πορσύνοντες ἀστοὶκαὶ νεόδματα στεφανώματα βωμῶν αὔξομενἔμπυρα χαλκοαρᾶν ὀκτὼ θανόντων,τοὺς Μεγάρα τέκε οἱ Κρειοντὶς υἱούς·τοῖσιν ἐν δυθμαῖσιν αὐγᾶν φλὸξ ἀνατελλομένα συνεχὲς παννυχίζειαἰθέρα κνις άε ντι λακτίζοισα καπνῷ,καὶ δεύτερον ἆμαρ ἐτείων τέρμʼ ἀέθλωνγίνεται, ἰσχύος ἔργον.ἔνθα λευκωθεὶς κάραμύρτοις ὅδʼ ἀνὴρ διπλόαννίκαν ἀνεφάνατο παίδων ⟨τε⟩ τρίταν πρόσθεν, κυβερνατῆρος οἰακοστρόφουγνώμᾳ πεπιθὼν πολυβούλῳ. σὺν Ὀρσέᾳ δέ νιν κωμάξομαι, τερπνὰν ἐπιστάζων χάριν.
Mother of the Sun, Theia of many names, for your sake men honor gold as more powerful than anything else;and through the value you bestow on them, o queen, ships contending on the sea and yoked teams of horses in swift-whirling contests become marvels.And in athletic contests, someone who has wreathed his hair with many garlands has achieved longed-for fame, when he has been victorious with his handsor with the swiftness of his feet. But the valor of men is judged by gods, and there are only two things that cultivate the sweetest flower of life in blossoming prosperity:to have good fortune and a noble reputation. Do not seek to become Zeus; you have everything,if a share of these fine things comes to you. Mortal aims befit mortal men. But for you, Phylacidas, flourishing twofold excellence is recorded at the Isthmus, and at Nemea for both you and Pytheas in the pancratium. But my heartcannot taste songs without telling of the race of Aeacus. I have come with the Graces for the sons of Lamponto this well-governed city. If Aegina turns her steps to the clear road of god-given deeds, then do not grudgeto mix for her in song a boast that is fitting recompense for toils. In heroic times, too, fine warriors gained fame, and they are celebrated with lyres and flutes in full-voiced harmoniesfor time beyond reckoning. Heroes who are honored by the grace of Zeus provide a theme for skilled poets:among the Aetolians the brave sons of Oeneus are worshipped with shining sacrifices; in Thebes the horseman Iolaus has his honor, and Perseus in Argos, and the spearman Castor together with Polydeuces by the streams of Eurotas.But in Oenone the honors belong to the great-hearted spiritsof Aeacus and his sons. Twice in battles they sacked the city of the Trojans: the first time following Heracles, the second time the sons of Atreus. Now, drive me into the air! Tell me, who killed Cycnus, and who Hector,and the fearless commander of the Ethiopians, bronze-armed Memnon? Who wounded noble Telephus with his spear by the banks of Caïcus?Men whose voices name the outstanding island of Aegina as their fatherland, built long agoas a tower for lofty excellence to ascend. My swift tongue has many arrows, to shout the praises of these heroes. And now the city of Aias, Salamis, could testify that she was saved by her sailors in Ares’ confrontationin the destructive storm sent by Zeus,when slaughter poured like hail on countless men. Nevertheless, quench this boast in silence. Zeus dispenses both good and bad, Zeus the master of all. But such honors as these also welcome the joy of triumph, covered with the delicious honey of song. Let a man strive and contendin the games when he has learned from the race of Cleonicus. The long toil of their men is not hidden in blind darkness, nor has thought of the expense fretted away their devotion to their hopes. I praise Pytheas also among limb-subduing pancratiasts,skillful with his hands in guiding straight the course of Phylacidas’ blows, and with a mind to match. Take a garland for him, and bring him a fillet of fine wool, and send along this winged new song.
μᾶτερ Ἁλίου πολυώνυμε Θεία,σέο ἕκατι καὶ μεγασθενῆ νόμισανχρυσὸν ἄνθρωποι περιώσιον ἄλλων·καὶ γὰρ ἐριζόμεναινᾶες ἐν πόντῳ καὶ ⟨ὑφʼ⟩ ἅρμασιν ἵπποιδιὰ τεάν, ὤνασσα, τιμὰν ὠκυδινάτοις ἐν ἁμίλλαισι θαυμασταὶ πέλονται·ἔν τʼ ἀγωνίοις ἀέθλοισι ποθεινὸνκλέος ἔπραξεν, ὅντινʼ ἀθρόοι στέφανοιχερσὶ νικάσαντʼ ἀνέδησαν ἔθειρανἢ ταχυτᾶτι ποδῶν.κρίνεται δʼ ἀλκὰ διὰ δαίμονας ἀνδρῶν.δύο δέ τοι ζωᾶς ἄωτον μοῦνα ποιμαίνοντι τὸν ἄλπνιστον εὐανθεῖ σὺν ὄλβῳ,εἴ τις εὖ πάσχων λόγον ἐσλὸν ἀκούῃ.μὴ μάτευε Ζεὺς γενέσθαι· πάντʼ ἔχεις,εἴ σε τούτων μοῖρʼ ἐφίκοιτο καλῶν.θνατὰ θνατοῖσι πρέπει.τὶν δʼ ἐν Ἰσθμῷ διπλόα θάλλοισʼ ἀρετά,Φυλακίδα, κεῖται, Νεμέα δὲ καὶ ἀμφοῖν,Πυθέᾳ τε παγκρατίου. τὸ δʼ ἐμὸνοὐκ ἄτερ Αἰακιδᾶν κέαρ ὕμνων γεύεται·σὺν Χάρισιν δʼ ἔμολον Λάμπωνος υἱοῖςτάνδʼ ἐς εὔνομον πόλιν. εἰ δὲ τέτραπταιθεοδότων ἔργων κέλευθον ἂν καθαράν,μὴ φθόνει κόμπον τὸν ἐοικότʼ ἀοιδᾷκιρνάμεν ἀντὶ πόνων.καὶ γὰρ ἡρώων ἀγαθοὶ πολεμισταὶλόγον ἐκέρδαναν, κλέονται δʼ ἔν τε φορμίγγεσσιν ἐν αὐλῶν τε παμφώνοις ὁμοκλαῖςμυρίον χρόνον· μελέταν δὲ σοφισταῖςΔιὸς ἕκατι πρόσβαλον σεβιζόμενοι·ἐν μὲν Αἰτωλῶν θυσίαισι φαενναῖςΟἰνεΐδαι κρατεροί,ἐν δὲ Θήβαις ἱπποσόας Ἰόλαοςγέρας ἔχει, Περσεὺς δʼ ἐν Ἄργει, Κάστορος δʼ αἰχμὰ Πολυδεύκ εο ς τʼ ἐπʼ Εὐρώτα ῥεέθροις.ἀλλʼ ἐν Οἰνώνᾳ μεγαλήτορες ὀργαὶΑἰακοῦ παίδων τε· τοὶ καὶ σὺν μάχαιςδὶς πόλιν Τρώων πράθον ἑσπόμενοιἩρακλῆϊ πρότερον,καὶ σὺν Ἀτρείδαις. ἔλα νῦν μοι πεδόθεν·λέγε, τίνες Κύκνον, τίνες Ἕκτορα πέφνον,καὶ στράταρχον Αἰθιόπων ἄφοβονΜέμνονα χαλκοάραν· τίς ἄρʼ ἐσλὸν Τήλεφοντρῶσεν ἑῷ δορὶ Καΐκου παρʼ ὄχθαις;τοῖσιν Αἴγιναν προφέρει στόμα πάτρανδιαπρεπέα νᾶσον· τετείχισται δὲ πάλαιπύργος ὑψηλαῖς ἀρεταῖς ἀναβαίνειν.πολλὰ μὲν ἀρτιεπὴςγλῶσσά μοι τοξεύματʼ ἔχει περὶ κείνωνκελαδέσαι· καὶ νῦν ἐν Ἄρει μαρτυρήσαι κεν πόλις Αἴαντος ὀρθωθεῖσα ναύταιςἐν πολυφθόρῳ Σαλαμὶς Διὸς ὄμβρῳἀναρίθμων ἀνδρῶν χαλαζάεντι φόνῳ.ἀλλʼ ὅμως καύχημα κατάβρεχε σιγᾷ·Ζεὺς τά τε καὶ τὰ νέμει,Ζεὺς ὁ πάντων κύριος. ἐν δʼ ἐρατεινῷμέλιτι καὶ τοιαίδε τιμαὶ καλλίνικον χάρμʼ ἀγαπάζοντι. μαρνάσθω τις ἔρδωνἀμφʼ ἀέθλοισιν γενεὰν Κλεονίκουἐκμαθών· οὔτοι τετύφλωται μακρὸςμόχθος ἀνδρῶν· οὐδʼ ὁπόσαι δαπάναιἐλπίδων ἔκνισʼ ὄπιν.αἰνέω καὶ Πυθέαν ἐν γυιοδάμαιςΦυλακίδᾳ πλαγᾶν δρόμον εὐθυπορῆσαιχερσὶ δεξιόν, νόῳ ἀντίπαλον.λάμβανέ οἱ στέφανον, φέρε δʼ εὔμαλλον μίτραν,καὶ πτερόεντα νέον σύμπεμψον ὕμνον.
Just as we mix the second bowl of wine when the men’s symposium is flourishing, here is the second song of the Muses for Lampon’s children and their athletic victories: first in Nemea, Zeus, in your honor they received the choicest of garlands,and now in honor of the lord of the Isthmus and the fifty Nereids, for the victory of the youngest son, Phylacidas. May there be a third libation of honey-voiced songs to pour over Aegina in honor of Zeus Soter of Olympia.For if a man, rejoicing in expense and toil, achieves godly excellence, and a divinity sows the seed of lovely fame in him, then he already casts his anchor on the farthest shore of prosperity, since he is honored by the gods. The son of Cleonicus prays that with such feelingshe will meet death and welcome gray old age. And I entreat Clotho, throned on high, and her sister Fates, to hear my friend’s prayers for fame.And as for you, sons of Aeacus with your golden chariots,I say that it is my clearest law to sprinkle you with praises whenever I set foot on this island. Countless continuous roads have been cut a hundred feet wide for your fine deeds, both beyond the springs of the Nile and through the land of the Hyperboreans. There is no city so barbarous or so strange in its speechthat it does not know the fame of the hero Peleus, the fortunate in-law of gods,or of Aias and his father Telamon. The son of Alcmena led him in ships to Troy, the toil of heroes, for war that delights in bronze, as an eager ally along with the men of Tiryns because of Laomedon’s wrongdoing.He took Pergamos, and with Telamon’s help he slew the tribes of Meropes, and the herdsman Alcyoneus, huge as a mountain, whom he found at Phlegrae, and he did not keep his hands off the deep-voiced bow-string, notHeracles. But when he came to summon the son of Aeacus to that expedition, he found them feasting. Standing in a lion’s skin, the strong warrior, son of Amphitryon, was asked to pour the first libation of nectar by incomparable Telamon, who lifted up to himthe wine-bearing goblet bristling with gold. And Heracles stretched his invincible hands up to heaven and said, “Father Zeus, if you have ever heard my prayers with a willing heart,now, now with divine prayersI entreat you to grant this man a brave son from Eriboea, a son fated to be my guest-friend. May he have a body as invulnerable as this skin that is now wrapped around me, from the beast whom I killed that day in Nemea as the very first of my labors. And may he have spirit to match.” When he had spoken, the god sent to himthe king of birds, a great eagle. He felt thrilled inside with sweet joy,and he spoke like a prophet: “Telamon, you will have the son that you ask for. Name him after the bird that appeared: wide-ruling Aias, awesome in the war-toils of the people.”He spoke, and immediately sat down. But for me it would take a long time to tell the story of all their excellence. For I came, Muse, a steward of victory-songs to Phylacidas and Pytheas and Euthymenes. The story will be told in the Argive manner, very briefly.For those splendid boys and their uncle won three victories in the pancratium—at the Isthmus, and others at Nemea with its fine trees, and they brought to light a great share of praises. With the lovely dew of the Graces they refresh the family of the Psalychids;they have kept upright the house of Themistius, and they live in a city which the gods love. Lampon, “taking care with his work,” honors these words of Hesiod, and he advises his sons with them too,thus bringing a shared adornment to his city.He is loved for his kindness to his guest-friends; he pursues with moderation in his thoughts and restrains with moderation. He does not say one thing and think another. You might say that for athletes he is like the bronze-mastering Naxian whetstone among other stones. I shall give him to drink the pure water of Dirce, which the deep-waisted daughters ofgolden-robed Mnemosyne brought forth beside the fine-walled gates of Cadmus.
θάλλοντος ἀνδρῶν ὡς ὅτε συμποσίουδεύτερον κρητῆρα Μοισαίων μελέωνκίρναμεν Λάμπωνος εὐάθλου γενεᾶς ὕπερ, ἐν Νεμέᾳ μὲν πρῶτον, ὦ Ζεῦ,τίν γʼ ἄωτον δεξάμενοι στεφάνων,νῦν αὖτε Ἰσθμοῦ δεσπότᾳΝηρεΐδεσσί τε πεντήκοντα, παίδων ὁπλοτάτουΦυλακίδα νικῶντος. εἴη δὲ τρίτονσωτῆρι πορσαίνοντας Ὀλυμπίῳ Αἴγιναν κάτασπένδειν μελιφθόγγοις ἀοιδαῖς.εἰ γάρ τις ἀνθρώπων δαπάνᾳ τε χαρεὶςκαὶ πόνῳ πράσσει θεοδμάτους ἀρετάς,σύν τέ οἱ δαίμων φυτεύει δόξαν ἐπήρατον, ἐσχατιαῖς ἤδη πρὸς ὄλβουβάλλετʼ ἄγκυραν θεότιμος ἐών.τοίαισιν ὀργαῖς εὔχεταιἀντιάσαις Ἀΐδαν γῆράς τε δέξασθαι πολιὸνὁ Κλεονίκου παῖς· ἐγὼ δʼ ὑψίθρονονΚλωθὼ κασιγνήτας τε προσεννέπω ἑσπέσθαι κλυταῖςἀνδρὸς φίλου Μοίρας ἐφετμαῖς.ὔμμε τʼ, ὦ χρυσάρματοι Αἰακίδαι,τέθμιόν μοι φαμὶ σαφέστατον ἔμμεντάνδʼ ἐπιστείχοντα νᾶσον ῥαινέμεν εὐλογίαις.μυρίαι δʼ ἔργων καλῶν τέτμηνθʼ ἑκατόμπεδοι ἐν σχερῷ κέλευθοι,καὶ πέραν Νείλοιο παγᾶν καὶ διʼ Ὑπερβορέους·οὐδʼ ἔστιν οὕτω βάρβαρος οὔτε παλίγγλωσσος πόλις,ἅτις οὐ Πηλέος ἀΐει κλέος ἥρωος, εὐδαίμονος γαμβροῦ θεῶν,οὐδʼ ἅτις Αἴαντος Τελαμωνιάδακαὶ πατρός· τὸν χαλκοχάρμαν ἐς πόλεμονἆγε σὺν Τιρυνθίοισι πρόφρονα σύμμαχον ἐς Τρωΐαν, ἥρωσι μόχθον,Λαομεδοντίαν ὑπὲρ ἀμπλακίανἐν ναυσὶν Ἀλκμήνας τέκος.εἷλε δὲ Περγαμίαν, πέφνεν δὲ σὺν κείνῳ Μερόπωνἔθνεα καὶ τὸν βουβόταν οὔρεϊ ἴσονΦλέγραισιν εὑρὼν Ἀλκυονῆ, σφετέρας δʼ οὐ φείσατοχερσὶν βαρυφθόγγοιο νευρᾶςἩρακλέης. ἀλλʼ Αἰακίδαν καλέωνἐς πλόον ⟨κεῖνον⟩ κύρησε δαινυμένων.τὸν μὲν ἐν ῥινῷ λέοντος στάντα κελήσατο νεκταρέαις σπονδαῖσιν ἄρξαικαρτεραίχμαν Ἀμφιτρυωνιάδαν,ἄνδωκε δʼ αὐτῷ φέρτατοςοἰνοδόκον φιάλαν χρυσῷ πεφρικυῖαν Τελαμών,ὁ δʼ ἀνατείναις οὐρανῷ χεῖρας ἀμάχουςαὔδασε τοιοῦτον ἔπος· εἴ ποτʼ ἐμάν, ὦ Ζεῦ πάτερ,θυμῷ ἐθέλων ἀρὰν ἄκουσας,νῦν σε, νῦν εὐχαῖς ὑπὸ θεσπεσίαιςλίσσομαι παῖδα θρασὺν ἐξ Ἐριβοίαςἀνδρὶ τῷδε, ξεῖνον ἀμὸν μοιρίδιον τελέσαι,τὸν μὲν ἄρρηκτον φυάν, ὥσπερ τόδε δέρμα με νῦν περιπλανᾶταιθηρός, ὃν πάμπρωτον ἄθλων κτεῖνά ποτʼ ἐν Νεμέᾳ·θυμὸς δʼ ἑπέσθω. ταῦτʼ ἄρα οἱ φαμένῳ πέμψεν θεὸςἀρχὸν οἰωνῶν μέγαν αἰετόν· ἁδεῖα δʼ ἔνδον νιν ἔκνιξεν χάρις,εἶπέν τε φωνήσαις ἅτε μάντις ἀνήρ·ἔσσεταί τοι παῖς, ὃν αἰτεῖς, ὦ Τελαμών·καί νιν ὄρνιχος φανέντος κέκλεʼ ἐπώνυμον εὐρυβίαν Αἴαντα, λαῶνἐν πόνοις ἔκπαγλον Ἐνυαλίου.ὣς ἆρα εἰπὼν αὐτίκαἕζετʼ. ἐμοὶ δὲ μακρὸν πάσας ⟨ἀν⟩ αγήσασθʼ ἀρετάς·Φυλακίδᾳ γὰρ ἦλθον, ὦ Μοῖσα, ταμίαςΠυθέᾳ τε κώμων Εὐθυμένει τε. τὸν Ἀργείων τρόπονεἰρήσεταί που κἀν βραχίστοις.ἄραντο γὰρ νίκας ἀπὸ παγκρατίουτρεῖς ἀπʼ Ἰσθμοῦ, τὰς δʼ ἀπʼ εὐφύλλου Νεμέας,ἀγλαοὶ παῖδές τε καὶ μάτρως· ἀνὰ δʼ ἄγαγον ἐς φάος οἵαν μοῖραν ὕμνων·τὰν Ψαλυχιδᾶν δὲ πάτραν Χαρίτωνἄρδοντι καλλίστᾳ δρόσῳ,τόν τε Θεμιστίου ὀρθώσαντες οἶκον τάνδε πόλινθεοφιλῆ ναίοισι. Λάμπων δὲ μελέτανἔργοις ὀπάζων Ἡσιόδου μάλα τιμᾷ τοῦτʼ ἔπος,υἱοῖσί τε φράζων παραινεῖ,ξυνὸν ἄστει κόσμον ἑῷ προσάγων,καὶ ξένων εὐεργεσίαις ἀγαπᾶται,μέτρα μὲν γνώμᾳ διώκων, μέτρα δὲ καὶ κατέχων·γλῶσσα δʼ οὐκ ἔξω φρενῶν· φαίης κέ νιν ἀνδράσιν ἀθληταῖσιν ἔμμενΝαξίαν πέτραις ἐν ἄλλαις χαλκοδάμαντʼ ἀκόναν.πίσω σφε Δίρκας ἁγνὸν ὕδωρ, τὸ βαθύζωνοι κόραιχρυσοπέπλου Μναμοσύνας ἀνέτειλαν παρʼ εὐτειχέσιν Κάδμου πύλαις.
In which of the local glories of the past, divinely blessed Thebe, did you most delight your spirit? Was it when you raised to eminence the one seated beside Demeter of the clashing bronze cymbals, flowing-hairedDionysus? Or when you received, as a snow-shower of gold in the middle of the night, the greatest of the gods,when he stood in the doorway of Amphitryon, and then went in to the wife to beget Heracles? Or did you delight most in the shrewd counsels of Teiresias? Or in the wise horseman Iolaus?Or in the Sown Men, untiring with the spear? Or when you sent Adrastus back from the mighty war-shout, bereftof countless companions, to Argos, home of horses? Or because you stood upright on its feet the Dorian colony of the men of Lacedaemon, and your descendants,the Aegeids, captured Amyclae according to the Pythian oracles? But since ancient grace sleeps, and mortals are forgetfulof whatever does not reach the highest bloom of skillful song, joined to glorious streams of words,then begin the victory procession with a sweet-singing hymn for Strepsiades; for he is the victor in the pancratium at the Isthmus, both awesome in his strength and handsome to look at; and he treats excellence as no worse a possession than beauty.He is made radiant by the violet-haired Muses, and he has given a share in his flowering garland to his uncle and namesake,for whom Ares of the bronze shield mixed the cup of destiny; but honor is laid up as recompense for good men. For let him know clearly, whoever, in this cloud of war, wards off the hailstorm of blood in defense of his dear fatherlandby bringing destruction to the enemy host, that he is causing the greatest glory to grow for the race of his fellow-citizens,in both his life and his death. And you, son of Diodotus, emulating the warrior Meleager, emulating Hector and Amphiaraus, breathed out your blossoming youthin the front ranks, where the best men sustained the strife of war at the limit of their hopes. They endured unspeakable sorrow; but now the holder of the earth has sent me calm after the storm. I shall sing entwining my hair with garlands. May the envy of the immortals not disturbwhatever delight I pursue from day to day as I peacefully make my way towards old age and the allotted span of my life. For we die all alike, but our fates are diverse. If a man looks to things far away, he is too short to reach the bronze-floored home of the gods; winged Pegasus threwhis master Bellerophon, who wanted to go to the dwelling-places of heaven and the company of Zeus. A thing that is sweet beyond measure is awaited by a most bitter end. But grant to us, Loxias, luxuriant with your golden hair,a blossoming garland also from your contests at Pytho.
τίνι τῶν πάρος, ὦ μάκαιρα Θήβα,καλῶν ἐπιχωρίων μάλιστα θυμὸν τεὸνεὔφρανας; ἦ ῥα χαλκοκρότου πάρεδρονΔαμάτερος ἁνίκʼ εὐρυχαίτανἄντειλας Διόνυσον; ἢ χρυσῷ μεσονύκτιον νίφοντα δεξαμένα τὸν φέρτατον θεῶν,ὁπότʼ Ἀμφιτρύωνος ἐν θυρέτροιςσταθεὶς ἄλοχον μετῆλθεν Ἡρακλείοις γοναῖς;ἢ ὅτʼ ἀμφὶ πυκναῖς Τειρεσίαο βουλαῖς;ἢ ὅτʼ ἀμφʼ Ἰόλαον ἱππόμητιν;ἢ Σπαρτῶν ἀκαμαντολογχᾶν; ἢ ὅτε καρτερᾶς Ἄδραστον ἐξ ἀλαλᾶς ἄμπεμψας ὀρφανὸνμυρίων ἑτάρων ἐς Ἄργος ἵππιον;ἢ Δωρίδʼ ἀποικίαν οὕνεκεν ὀρθῷἔστασας ἐπὶ σφυρῷΛακεδαιμονίων, ἕλον δʼ ἈμύκλαςΑἰγεῖδαι σέθεν ἔκγονοι, μαντεύμασι Πυθίοις;ἀλλὰ παλαιὰ γὰρεὕδει χάρις, ἀμνάμονες δὲ βροτοί,ὅ τι μὴ σοφίας ἄωτον ἄκρονκλυταῖς ἐπέων ῥοαῖσιν ἐξίκηται ζυγέν.κώμαζʼ ἔπειτεν ἁδυμελεῖ σὺν ὕμνῳκαὶ Στρεψιάδᾳ· φέρει γὰρ Ἰσθμοῖνίκαν παγκρατίου· σθένει τʼ ἔκπαγλος ἰδεῖν τε μορφάεις· ἄγει τʼ ἀρετὰν οὐκ αἴσχιον φυᾶς.φλέγεται δὲ ἰοπλόκοισι Μοίσαις,μάτρωΐ θʼ ὁμωνύμῳ δέδωκε κοινὸν θάλος,χάλκασπις ᾧ πότμον μὲν Ἄρης ἔμιξεν,τιμὰ δʼ ἀγαθοῖσιν ἀντίκειται.ἴστω γὰρ σαφὲς ὅστις ἐν ταύτᾳ νεφέλᾳ χάλαζαν αἵματος πρὸ φίλας πάτρας ἀμύνεται,λοιγὸν ἄντα φέρων ἐναντίῳ στρατῷ,ἀστῶν γενεᾷ μέγιστον κλέος αὔξωνζώων τʼ ἀπὸ καὶ θανών.τὺ δέ, Διοδότοιο παῖ, μαχατὰναἰνέων Μελέαγρον, αἰνέων δὲ καὶ ἝκτοραἈμφιάρηόν τε,εὐανθέʼ ἀπέπνευσας ἁλικίανπρομάχων ἀνʼ ὅμιλον, ἔνθʼ ἄριστοιἔσχον πολέμοιο νεῖκος ἐσχάταις ἐλπίσιν.ἔτλαν δὲ πένθος οὐ φατόν· ἀλλὰ νῦν μοιΓαιάοχος εὐδίαν ὄπασσενἐκ χειμῶνος. ἀείσομαι χαίταν στεφάνοισιν ἁρμόσαις. ὁ δʼ ἀθανάτων μὴ θρασσέτω φθόνος,ὅ τι τερπνὸν ἐφάμερον διώκωνἕκαλος ἔπειμι γῆρας ἔς τε τὸν μόρσιμοναἰῶνα. θνᾴσκομεν γὰρ ὁμῶς ἅπαντες·δαίμων δʼ ἄϊσος· τὰ μακρὰ δʼ εἴ τιςπαπταίνει, βραχὺς ἐξικέσθαι χαλκόπεδον θεῶν ἕδραν· ὅτι πτερόεις ἔρριψε Πάγασοςδεσπόταν ἐθέλοντʼ ἐς οὐρανοῦ σταθμοὺςἐλθεῖν μεθʼ ὁμάγυριν ΒελλεροφόντανΖηνός· τὸ δὲ πὰρ δίκανγλυκὺ πικροτάτα μένει τελευτά.ἄμμι δʼ, ὦ χρυσέᾳ κόμᾳ θάλλων, πόρε, Λοξία,τεαῖσιν ἁμίλλαισινεὐανθέα καὶ Πυθόϊ στέφανον.
Young men! One of you go, in honor of Cleandros and his youth, to the splendid doorway of his father Telesarchus, and awake the victory-song, glorious recompense for his troubles, as a reward for his victory at the Isthmus, andbecause he found strength in the Nemean games. Therefore I too, though grieving in my heart, am asked to invoke the golden Muse. Released from great sorrows, let us not fall into bereavement of garlands; do not nurse your pain. Having ceased from insurmountable troubles, we will sing something sweet for the people, even after toil. Sinceone of the gods has turned aside for us the stone of Tantalus above our heads,an unbearable hardship for Greece. But as for me, the passing away of terror has stopped my mighty worry. It is always better to look at what lies before one’s foot, in every case. For a treacherous lifetime hangs over men’s heads,twisting around the path of life. Yet even this may be healed for mortals, if only they have freedom. It is right for a man to take to heart good hope; and it is right for a man raised in seven-gated Thebes to offer the choicest bloom of the Graces to Aegina. For as twin daughters they were born to the same father, the youngest of Asopus’ children, and they were pleasing to Zeus the king. He caused one of them to dwell beside the beautiful streamof Dirce, to lead a chariot-loving city;but he carried you to the island Oenopia and slept with you there, where you bore Aeacus, the dearest of all men on earth to the loud-thundering father. Aeacus settled disputes even for the gods. His god-likesons and their sons, devoted to war, were the best in manliness, engaged in the brazen battle-throng that causes groans, and they were wise and prudent in spirit. All this was remembered even by the assembly of the blessed gods, when Zeus and splendid Poseidon contended for marriage with Thetis, each of them wanting her to be his lovely bride; for desire possessed them.But the immortal minds of the gods did not accomplish that marriage for them,when they heard the divine prophecies. Wise Themis spoke in their midst and said that it was fated that the sea-goddess should bear a princely son, stronger than his father, who would wield another weapon in his hand more powerful than the thunderboltor the irresistible trident, if she lay with Zeus or one of his brothers. “No, cease from this. Let her accept a mortal’s bed, and see her son die in battle, a son who is like Ares in the strength of his hands and like lightning in the swift prime of his feet. My counsel is to bestow this god-granted honor of marriage on Peleus son of Aeacus,who is said to be the most pious man living on the plain of Iolcus.Let the message be sent at once to Cheiron’s immortal cave, right away, and let the daughter of Nereus never again place the leaves of strife in our hands. On the evening of the full moonlet her loosen the lovely bridle of her virginity for that hero.” So the goddess spoke, addressing the sons of Cronus, and they nodded assent with their immortal brows. The fruit of her words did not perish, for they say that Zeus shared the common concern even for the marriage of Thetis. And the voices of poets made known the youthful excellence of Achilles to those who had been unaware of it—Achilles, whostained the vine-covered plain of Mysia, spattering it with the dark blood of Telephus,and bridged a homecoming for the Atreids, and freed Helen, cutting with his spear the sinews of Troy, which had once tried to keep him from marshalling on the plain the work of man-slaying war—he cut downthe high-spirited strength of Memnon, and Hector, and other excellent heroes. Achilles, champion of the sons of Aeacus, showed them the way to the house of Persephone, and thus brought fame to Aegina and to his race. Even when he was dead songs did not forsake him; beside his pyre and tomb the Muses of Helicon stood, and poured over him the many-voiced dirge. It proved to be the will of the immortalsto make a noble man, even when dead, a theme for the hymns of goddesses;and even now this brings up a subject for words, and the Muses’ chariot rushes forward to shout praises in memory of Nicocles the boxer. Honor him, who won the garland of wild Dorian celery in the Isthmian valley; sincehe too was once victorious over all that lived around him, battering them with his inescapable hands. He is not dishonored by the offspring of his father’s distinguished brother. Therefore let another young man weave for Cleandros a garland of tender myrtle in honor of the pancratium, since the contest of Alcathous and the young men of Epidaurus welcomed him before in his success. A good man may praise him,for he did not restrain his youth, keeping it hidden in his pocket and ignorant of fine deeds.
Κλεάνδρῳ τις ἁλικίᾳ τε λύτρονεὔδοξον, ὦ νέοι, καμάτωνπατρὸς ἀγλαὸν Τελεσάρχου παρὰ πρόθυρον ἰὼν ἀνεγειρέτωκῶμον, Ἰσθμιάδος τε νίκας ἄποινα, καὶ Νεμέᾳἀέθλων ὅτι κράτος ἐξεῦρε. τῷ καὶ ἐγώ, καίπερ ἀχνύμενος θυμόν, αἰτέομαι χρυσέαν καλέσαι Μοῖσαν. ἐκ μεγάλων δὲ πενθ έω ν λυθέντεςμήτʼ ἐν ὀρφανίᾳ πέσωμεν στεφάνων,μήτε κάδεα θεράπευε· παυσάμενοι δʼ ἀπρήκτων κακῶνγλυκύ τι δαμωσόμεθα καὶ μετὰ πόνον·ἐπειδὴ τὸν ὑπὲρ κεφαλᾶςτὸν Ταντάλου λίθον παρά τις ἔτρεψεν ἄμμι θεός,ἀτόλματον Ἑλλάδι μόχθον. ἀλλάμοι δεῖμα μὲν παροιχόμενονκαρτερὰν ἔπαυσε μέριμναν· τὸ δὲ πρὸ ποδὸς ἄρειον ἀεὶ ⟨σκοπεῖν⟩χρῆμα πᾶν. δόλιος γὰρ αἰὼν ἐπʼ ἀνδράσι κρέμαται,ἑλίσσων βίου πόρον· ἰατὰ δʼ ἔστι βροτοῖς σύν γʼ ἐλευθερίᾳ καὶ τά. χρὴ δʼ ἀγαθὰν ἐλπίδʼ ἀνδρὶ μέλειν· χρὴ δʼ ἐν ἑπταπύλοισι Θήβαις τραφένταΑἰγίνᾳ Χαρίτων ἄωτον προνέμειν,πατρὸς οὕνεκα δίδυμαι γένοντο θύγατρες Ἀσωπίδωνὁπλόταται, Ζηνί τε ἅδον βασιλέϊ.ὃ τὰν μὲν παρὰ καλλιρόῳΔίρκᾳ φιλαρμάτου πόλιος ᾤκισσεν ἁγεμόνα·σὲ δʼ ἐς νᾶσον Οἰνοπίαν ἐνεγκὼνκοιμᾶτο, δῖον ἔνθα τέκεςΑἰακὸν βαρυσφαράγῳ πατρὶ κεδνότατον ἐπιχθονίων· ὃ καὶδαιμόνεσσι δίκας ἐπείραινε· τοῦ μὲν ἀντίθεοιἀρίστευον υἱέες υἱέων τʼ ἀρηΐφιλοι παῖδες ἀνορέᾳ χάλκεον στονόεντʼ ἀμφέπειν ὅμαδον· σώφρονές τʼ ἐγένοντο πινυτοί τε θυμόν.ταῦτα καὶ μακάρων ἐμέμναντʼ ἀγοραί,Ζεὺς ὅτʼ ἀμφὶ Θέτιος ἀγλαός τʼ ἔρισαν Ποσειδᾶν γάμῳ,ἄλοχον εὐειδέʼ ἐθέλων ἑκάτεροςἑὰν ἔμμεν· ἔρως γὰρ ἔχεν.ἀλλʼ οὔ σφιν ἄμβροτοι τέλεσαν εὐνὰν θεῶν πραπίδες,ἐπεὶ θεσφάτων ἐπάκουσαν· εἶπε δʼεὔβουλος ἐν μέσοισι Θέμις,οὕνεκεν πεπρωμένον ἦν φέρτερον γόνον ἄνακτα πατρὸς τεκεῖνποντίαν θεόν, ὃς κεραυνοῦ τε κρέσσον ἄλλο βέλοςδιώξει χερὶ τριόδοντός τʼ ἀμαιμακέτου, Δί τε μισγομέναν ἢ Διὸς παρʼ ἀδελφεοῖσιν.— ἀλλὰ τὰ μὲν παύσατε· βροτέων δὲ λεχέων τυχοῖσαυἱὸν εἰσιδέτω θανόντʼ ἐν πολέμῳ,χεῖρας Ἄρεΐ ⟨τʼ⟩ ἐναλίγκιον στεροπαῖσί τʼ ἀκμὰν ποδῶν.τὸ μὲν ἐμὸν Πηλέϊ γάμου θεόμορονὀπάσσαι γέρας Αἰακίδᾳ,ὅντʼ εὐσεβέστατον φάτις Ἰωλκοῦ τράφειν πεδίον·ἰόντων δʼ ἐς ἄφθιτον ἄντρον εὐθὺςΧείρωνος αὐτίκʼ ἀγγελίαι·μηδὲ Νηρέος θυγάτηρ νεικέων πέταλα δὶς ἐγγυαλιζέτωἄμμιν· ἐν διχομηνίδεσσιν δὲ ἑσπέραις ἐρατὸνλύοι κεν χαλινὸν ὑφʼ ἥρωϊ παρθενίας. ὣς φάτο Κρονίδαις ἐννέποισα θεά· τοὶ δʼ ἐπὶ γλεφάροις νεῦσαν ἀθανάτοισιν· ἐπέων δὲ καρπὸςοὐ κατέφθινε. φαντὶ γὰρ ξύνʼ ἀλέγεινκαὶ γάμον Θέτιος ἄνακτα. καὶ νεαρὰν ἔδειξαν σοφῶνστόματʼ ἀπείροισιν ἀρετὰν Ἀχιλέος·ὃ καὶ Μύσιον ἀμπελόεναἵμαξε Τηλέφου μέλανι ῥαίνων φόνῳ πεδίον,γεφύρωσέ τʼ Ἀτρεΐδαισι νόστον,Ἑλέναν τʼ ἐλύσατο, Τρωΐαςἶνας ἐκταμὼν δορί, ταί νιν ῥύοντό ποτε μάχας ἐναριμβρότουἔργον ἐν πεδίῳ κορύσσοντα, Μέμνονός τε βίανὑπέρθυμον Ἕκτορά τʼ ἄλλους τʼ ἀριστέας· οἷς δῶμα Φερσεφόνας μανύων Ἀχιλεύς, οὖρος Αἰακιδᾶν, Αἴγιναν σφετέραν τε ῥίζαν πρόφαινεν.τὸν μὲν οὐδὲ θανόντʼ ἀοιδαὶ ἔλιπον,ἀλλά οἱ παρά τε πυρὰν τάφον θʼ Ἑλικώνιαι παρθένοιστάν, ἐπὶ θρῆνόν τε πολύφαμον ἔχεαν.ἔδοξʼ ἆρα τόδʼ ἀθανάτοις,ἐσλόν γε φῶτα καὶ φθίμενον ὕμνοις θεᾶν διδόμεν.τὸ καὶ νῦν φέρει λόγον, ἔσσυταί τεΜοισαῖον ἅρμα Νικοκλέοςμνᾶμα πυγμάχου κελαδῆσαι. γεραίρετέ νιν, ὃς Ἴσθμιον ἂν νάποςΔωρίων ἔλαχεν σελίνων· ἐπεὶ περικτίοναςἐνίκασε δή ποτε καὶ κεῖνος ἄνδρας ἀφύκτῳ χερὶ κλονέων. τὸν μὲν οὐ κατελέγχει κριτοῦ γενεὰ πατραδελφεοῦ· ἁλίκων τῷ τις ἁβρὸνἀμφὶ παγκρατίου Κλεάνδρῳ πλεκέτωμυρσίνας στέφανον, ἐπεί νιν Ἀλκαθόου τʼ ἀγὼν σὺν τύχᾳἐν Ἐπιδαύρῳ τε νεότας δέκετο πρίν·τὸν αἰνεῖν ἀγαθῷ παρέχει·ἥβαν γὰρ οὐκ ἄπειρον ὑπὸ χειᾷ καλῶν δάμασεν.