The Lyrical Dramas of Aeschylus Translated into English Verse

by Aeschylus

Come then, sisters, pour we freely

Grateful prayers for Argive kindness;

Jove, the stranger’s friend, befriend us,

While from stranger’s mouth sincerest

Here we voice the hymn;

To a blameless issue, surely,

Jove will guide the fate.

CHORAL HYMN.
STROPHE I.

Jove-born gods, benignly bending,

Look, we pray, with eyes befriending,