Driving the ships as thistles in the harvest,
Shepherds of clouds, piping to white flocks so loud a tune,
Children of Thrace
All Hail.
Boreas,
Thine are the whirlwind-footed steeds;
Zephyrus,
Thine are the tossing locks and head full-winged;
Euros,
Thine are the rounded cheeks piping no visible flute;