| Mighty Ares, gold-helmed chariot master, | |
| shield-bearer, bronze-armored city guard, strong-willed, | |
| strong-armed, untiring spear strength, defense of Olympos, | |
| father of Victory in war, aid to Themis, | |
| tyrant to enemies, leader of righteous men, | |
| wielding manhood’s scepter, your red orb whirling | |
| among the seven paths of the planets through the ether | |
| where your fiery stallions bear you above the third orbit. | |
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| Hear me, ally of mortals, you grant blossoming youth, | |
| blazing down a soft flame into my life | 10 |
| and warrior strength that I might drive | |
| bitter wickedness from my head, | |
| my mind bending my soul’s deceitful impulse, | |
| to restrain my heart’s sharp temper provoking me | |
| to enter bone-cold battle. But you, Blessed One, | |
| give me courage to stay within the gentle laws of peace, | |
| fleeing enemy battle and violent death. | |