| I will sing of Herakles, son of Zeus, the best man | |
| on earth by far, born in Thebes, city of fine dances, | |
| after Alkmene mingled with the storm-cloud son of Kronos. | |
| Herakles used to wander over the unmeasured earth | |
| and sea at the bidding of King Eurystheus; | |
| he performed many daring deeds and endured much. | |
| Now in the lovely seat of snowy Olympos | |
| he lives in pleasure with his slender-ankled Hebe. | |
| Hail, Lord, son of Zeus! Grant me excellence and wealth. |