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Ode 13 For Pytheas of Aegina Pancratium at Nemea ? 483 B. C.
He shall stop them from arrogant violence, bringing about judgments of law for mortals:
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look how the descendant of Perseus brings his hand down heavily on the neck of the bloodthirsty lion with every type of skill!
For the gleaming, man-subduing bronze refuses to pierce the lion's fearsome body; the sword was bent back. Someday, I prophesy,
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[in this place] there will be a strenuous toil for the Greeks, competing for garlands in the pancratium.
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beside the altar of Zeus, the greatest ruler, the blossoms of glory-bringing Victory
nurture for men golden, conspicuous fame throughout their lives—for a select few—and when the dark cloud of death covers them,
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the undying glory of their fine deed is left behind, secure in its destiny.
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You too have attained this at Nemea, son of Lampon;
your hair crowned with garlands of flourishing blossoms, [you walk] the lofty streets of the city [of Aeacus, so that] your ancestral island [teems] with gentle-voiced victory processions, in which mortals delight,
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revealing your overweening strength in the pancratium. Kindly Aegina, daughter of the whirling river,
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gave you great honor, shining [your new victory?] like a torch among all Greeks. And a proud maiden [sings the praises of your strength?]
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often lightly springing with her feet like a carefree fawn on the flowery [hills]
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with her far-famed [companions] who live nearby.
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The maidens wear garlands of crimson blossoms and rushes, the native decoration, and sing of your [child],
mistress of the all-hospitable [land], and of rosy-armed Endaïs, who bore [godlike Peleus] and the helmeted warrior Telamon, having gone to bed with Aeacus.
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