Pindar. Arnson Svarlien, Diane, translator. Created for the Perseus Project, 1990.

  1. Kindly Peace, daughter of Justice, you who make cities great, holding the supreme keys of counsels and of wars,
  2. receive this honor due to Aristomenes for his Pythian victory. For you know both how to give and how to receive gentleness, with precise timing.
  3. And yet, whenever anyone drives pitiless anger into his heart,
  4. you meet the strength of your enemies roughly, sinking Arrogance in the flood. Porphyrion did not know your power, when he provoked you beyond all measure. Gain is most welcome, when one takes it from the home of a willing giver.
  5. Violence trips up even a man of great pride, in time. Cilician Typhon with his hundred heads did not escape you, nor indeed did the king of the Giants. [*](Porphyrion, mentioned above.) One was subdued by the thunderbolt, the other by the bow of Apollo, who with a gracious mind welcomed the son of Xenarces on his return from Cirrha , crowned with
  6. a garland of laurel from Parnassus and with Dorian victory-song.
  7. His island with her just city has not fallen far from the Graces, having attained the famous excellence of the Aeacidae; she has had perfect
  8. glory from the beginning. She is praised in song for having fostered heroes who were supreme in many victory-bearing contests and in swift battles;
  9. and she is distinguished in these things even for her men. But I do not have the time to set up
  10. their whole long story to the lyre and the gentle voice, for fear that satiety would come and distress us. But my debt to you, child, which comes running at my feet, your latest fine achievement, let it fly on the wings of my artfulness.
  11. For in wrestling you follow in the footsteps of your mother’s brothers, and you do not disgrace Theognetus at Olympia, nor the bold-limbed victory of Cleitomachus at the Isthmus. And by exalting the clan of the Midylids, you fulfill the prophecy which once Amphiaraus the son of Oicles spoke in riddling words, when he saw, in seven-gated
  12. Thebes, those sons standing by their spears,
  13. when they came from Argos on that second march, the Epigoni. Thus he spoke, while they were fighting: “By nature the genuine spirit of the fathers
  14. is conspicuous in the sons. I clearly see Alcmaeon, wielding a dappled serpent on his blazing shield, the first at the gates of Cadmus.
  15. And he who suffered in the earlier disaster, the hero Adrastus, now has the tidings of a better
  16. bird of omen. But at home his luck will be the opposite. For he alone of the Danaan army will gather the bones of his dead son, by the fortune sent from the gods, and come with his people unharmed
  17. to the spacious streets of Argos, the city of Abas.” So spoke Amphiaraus. And I myself rejoice as I fling garlands over Alcmaeon and sprinkle him with song, because this hero is my neighbor and guardian of my possessions, and he met me when I was going to the songful navel of the earth,
  18. and he touched on prophecies with his inborn arts.
  19. And you, Apollo, shooting from afar, you who govern the glorious temple, hospitable to all, in the hollows of Pytho, there you granted the greatest of joys.
  20. And before, in your festival at home, you brought him a coveted gift for the pentathlon. Lord, I pray that with a willing mind