Stasimon 4
[Choral 1]
I shiver with rapture; I soar on the wings of sudden joy!
Chorus
O Pan, O Pan, appear to us, sea-rover, from the stony ridge of snow-beaten Cyllene. King, dancemaker for the gods, come, so that joining with us you may set on the Nysian and the Cnosian steps,
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your self-taught dances. Now I want to dance. And may Apollo, lord of Delos, step over the Icarian sea
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and join me in his divine form, in eternal benevolence!
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Ares has dispelled the cloud of fierce trouble from our eyes. Joy, joy! Now, Zeus, now can the white radiance of prosperous days approach
our swift, sea-speeding ships, since Ajax forgets his pain anew, and has instead fully performed all prescribed sacrifices to the gods with worship and strict observance.
The strong years make all things fade.
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And so I would not say that anything was beyond belief, when beyond our hopes, Ajax has been converted from his fury and mighty struggles against the Atreidae.
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