Heart, my heart, so battered with misfortune far beyond your strength, Up, and face the men who hate us. Bare your chest to the assault Of the enemy, and fight them off. Stand fast among the beamlike spears. Give no ground; and if you beat them, do not brag in open show, Nor, if they beat you, run home and lie down on your bed and cry. Keep some measure in the joy you take in luck, and the degree You give way to sorrow. All our life is up-and-down like this.
Soul, soul, Torn by perplexity, On your feet now! Throw forward your chest To the enemy; Keep close in the attack; Move back not an inch. But never crow in victory, Nor mope hang-dog in loss. Overdo neither sorrow nor joy: A measured motion governs man.
Glaukos, a soldier of fortune’s your friend as long as he’s fighting.
Keep a mercenary for a friend Glaukos, to stand by in battle.
Glaukos, soldier of fortune, will be your friend Until he begins to fight.
The vessel wavered on the cutting edge Between the stormwinds and the waves.
Decks awash, Mast-top dipping, And all Balanced on the keen edge Now of the wind’s sword, Now of the wave’s blade.
Such is the passion for love that has twisted its way beneath my heartstrings And closed deep mist across my eyes Stealing the soft heart from inside my body…
Here I lie mournful with desire, Feeble in bitterness of the pain gods inflicted upon me, Stuck through the bones with love.
This city of ours will never be destroyed by the planning of Zeus, nor according to the wish of the immortal gods; such is she who, great hearted, mightily fathered, protects us, Pallas Athene, who hands are stretched out over our heads. But the citizens themselves in their wildness are bent on destruction Of their great city, and money is the compulsive cause. The leaders of the people are evil-minded. The next stage Will be great suffering, recompense for their violent acts, For they do not know enough to restrain their greed and apportion Orderly shares for all as if at a decorous feast.
But he who sits among the peaks and the golden snows of Olympos, Zeus, gods’ guard, had no heart To break destiny…
O shining and wreathed in violets, city of singing, stanchion of Hellas, glorious Athens, citadel full of divinity.
O Thrasyboúlos, I send this gear of racing and lovely songs to you for the end of your revels. So may you share it with them who drink beside you… at that time of night when the troublesome cares of humanity drift from our hearts and on seas of luxury streaming in gold we swim together, and make for a shore that is nowhere…
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