Mother of the Sun, Theia of many names, for your sake men honor gold as more powerful than anything else; and through the value you bestow on them, o queen, ships contending on the sea and yoked teams of horses in swift-whirling contests become marvels.
For lawless joys a bitter ending waits.
To our own sorrows serious heed we give, But for another?s we soon cease to grieve.
Water is best, but gold shines like fire blazing in the night, supreme of lordly wealth.
To be envied is a nobler fate than to be pitied.
The days that are still to come are the wisest witnesses.