Nor gain boon little worth
Of seeing one on whom all curses fall!
King Zeus, on thee I call!
Antistrophe.
My son, come on, come on,
E'en though thou dost thy sacred station keep
There on the valley's edge,
For great Poseidon, Lord of Ocean deep;
For now the stranger-guest
His thanks on thee and on thy state would heap,
And bless thee, being blest.
Come therefore quickly; come, Ο Prince and King,
And timely counsel bring.
1555–1578.
Strophe.
If right it be with prayers and litanies
To worship Her who reigns,
Goddess in darkness clad,
Or Thee, Ο King of those
Who dwell 'neath sunless skies,
Aidoneus, Ο Aidoneus, I implore!
Grant that the stranger tread the darkling plains,
The dwellings of the dead and Stygian shore,
With no long agony,
No voice of wailing cry;
For so, though many woes unmerited
Come on him, God, the Just, shall yet lift up his head.
Antistrophe.
Ye Goddesses who dwell in darkest gloom,
And thou, strange form and dread,
