There joyful state and kingdom wait for thee,
There one who is allotted for thy wife.
Then dry the tears which now affection sheds
For thy well-loved Creüsa, once thy wife;
For ‘tis not mine to see the haughty seats
Of Myrmidonian or Dolopian foes;
Nor shall I go to serve the Grecian dames,
Proud princess of Dardania that I am,
By marriage made the child of Venus’ self.
But Cybele, great mother of the gods,