Kings that serve the great King’s need;
And the men who fight from the sharp-scythed car,
Whom golden Sardes[n2] sends to the war;
Some with two yoke, some with three,
A terrible sight to see.
And the sons of sacred Tmolus appear[f12]
On free-necked Hellas to lay the yoke,
Mardon and Tharybis, stiff to the spear
As the anvil is stiff to the hammer’s stroke.
And the men of Mysia skilful to throw