
Bacchylides
Isthmian ode 2, for Argeius of Ceos,
c. 460 BC
Isthmian ode 2, for Argeius of Ceos,
Quick on the wing,
O Fame, giver of grandness,
Quick to my hallowed Ceos
To carry the words
That exalt Argeius
Whose tough fists
Took off first prize;
He brings to my mind
Those rounds of achievement
We, who sailed from the arc
Of Euxiantus’ island,
Brought to light
At the neck of land
Where glory waits:
So the muse of our earth calls up
A clamor and lull of flutes
While paeans of victory praise
Patheides’ precious son.