Feasting, I watch with westward-looking eye
The flashing constellations' pageantry,
Solemn and splendid; then anon I wreathe
My hair, and warbling to my harp I breathe
My full heart forth, and know the heavens look down
Pleased, for they also have their Lyre and Crown.
Translation of Richard Garnett.
PAN OF THE SEA-CLIFF
Archias (First Century B.C.)
Me, Pan, the fishermen placed upon this holy cliff,—Pan of the sea-shore, the watcher here over the fair anchorages of the harbor: and I take care now of the baskets and again of the trawlers off this shore. But sail thou by, O stranger, and in requital of this good service of theirs I will send behind thee a gentle south wind.
Translation of J.W. Mackail.