| Sing to me, Muse, clear-voiced daughter of great Zeus, | |
| about the Mother of all gods and all people. | |
| Clash of castanets and kettledrums, the trill of reed pipes | |
| please her, as do the howl of wolves, roar of fierce lions, | |
| echoing mountains and wooded valleys. | |
| You and all the goddesses, rejoice in my song. |