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You who dwell where the waters of Kephisos run,

keepers of the bright land of horses—

Charites of Orchomenos, guardians of the Minyai—

listen as I pray.

For with your favour come all sweet things to mortals:

skill, beauty, and the shine of a man’s renown.

Even the gods do nothing at feast or dance without you—

you who oversee all works in heaven,

seated beside Apollo of the golden bow,

honouring the majesty of Zeus.

Aglaia, Euphrosyne, Thalia—

children of the greatest god—

hear me, and look kindly on this procession

stepping lightly under good fortune.

I come singing Asopichos in Lydian mode,

for through you the Minyai’s city has won at Olympia.

Go now, Echo, to Persephone’s dark‑walled house,

and carry this noble message to his father:

that in Pisa’s famed valley

his son has crowned his young hair

with the winged garlands of glorious games.

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