Antistrophe I.
Nor doth he so great of yore,[1]
With all-defying boldness rife,
†Longer avail; his reign is o'er.
The next, thrice vanquished in the strife,
Hath also passed; but who the victor-strain
To Zeus uplifts, true wisdom shall obtain.
Strophe II.
To sober thought Zeus paves the way, 170
And wisdom links with pain.
In sleep the anguish of remembered ill
Drops on the troubled heart; against their will
Rebellious men are tutored to be wise;
†A grace I ween of the divinities,
Who mortals from their holy seats arraign.
Antistrophe II.
E'en so the elder of the twain,
Achaia's fleet who swayed,
No seer upbraiding, bowed, with grief suppressed,
His soul to fortune's stroke; what time the host,
In front of Chalcis, tossing off the coast 180
Of wave-vexed Aulis, lingered, sore-distressed,
While store-exhausting gales their progress stayed.
Strophe III.
Blasts, dire delay and famine in their train,
And evil-anchorage, from Strymon sweep,—
Ruin to mortals; with malignant power,
Ruthless to ships and cordage, they
- ↑ The combatants probably are Uranos, father of Kronos; and Kronos, father of Zeus.
