Ye dreaded Ones, yea, come,
While on your progress onward ye rejoice,
In the bright light of fire-devourèd torch;
Shout, shout ye to our songs.
Antistrophe II
Let the drink-offerings come,
In order meet behind,
While torches fling their light;
[*]Zeus the All-seeing thus hath joined in league
[*]With Destiny for Pallas' citizens;