in holy fear of you, wondering what debt you will extract from me, perhaps unknown before, perhaps renewed with the revolving years. Tell me, immortal Voice, child of golden Hope.

ChorusFirst I call on you, daughter of Zeus, immortal Athena,and on your sister, Artemis, guardian of our earth, who sits on her glorious throne above the circle of our market-place, and on far-shooting Apollo: oh shine forth for me, my three-fold help against death!If ever before you drove a fiery pest from our borders to stop ruin rushing upon our city, come now also!