• Muscular son of Sparta,
    O boy of surpassing beauty.
    It was you who ensnared the affections
    of Shining Apollo of the silver bow.

    His love you happily requited,
    O man of strength and will.
    It was you who leaned the arts
    of Far-shooting Apollo on that discus field.

    The jealousy of winds you inspired,
    O unhappy one of two lovers.
    It was you who scorned the advances
    of Zephyrus in favor of your Lord Apollo.

    Retribution had to be taken,
    O star-crossed beloved of the Bright one.
    It was you the discus came for
    Thrown off its course by highest wind.

    Despairing son of Zeus,
    O Lord of surpassing beauty.
    It was you whose heart was broken
    As your own thrown disc cracked the skull
    of your lover Hyacinthus.

    Not all was lost that fateful day,
    O creator of things fair and delightful.
    It was you who made a mortal son of Lykrugos
    immortal with your art,
    his petals anew you stained with tears:
    Ai, Ai.
    Alas, alas, my love.