ChorusWonders are many, and none is more
wonderful than man. This power
spans the sea, even when it surges white before the gales of the
south-wind, and makes a path under swells that threaten to engulf him.
Earth, too, the eldest of the gods, the immortal, the
unwearied, he wears away to
his own ends, turning the soil with the offspring of horses as the plows
weave to and fro year after year.
ChorusThe light-hearted tribe of
birds and the clans of wild
beasts and the sea-brood of the deep he snares in the meshes of his
twisted nets, and he leads them captive, very-skilled man. He masters by
his arts the beast who dwells in
the wilds and roams the hills. He tames the shaggy-maned horse, putting
the yoke upon its neck, and tames the tireless mountain bull.