And kindle all our vales with myrtle-blossom,
And roll the golden oceans of our grain,
And sway the long grape-bunches of our vines,
And fill all hearts with fatness and the lust
Of plenty—make me happy in my marriage!
Chorus (chanting).
Artemis, Artemis, hear him, Ionian Artemis!
Camma.
O Thou that slayest the babe within the womb
Or in the being born, or after slayest him