Text #3674The Odes of Pindar .
[Pind. . Translated by John Sandys. William Heinemann; The Macmillan Co. 1915 pp. 547--549]
Ninth Paean, addressed to the Thebans
“Beam of the Sun! O thou that seest from afar, what wilt thou be devising? O mother of mine eyes! O star supreme, reft from us in the daytime! Why has thou perplexed the power of man and the way of wisdom by rushing forth on a darksome track? Art thou bringing on us some new and strange disaster? Yet by Zeus, I implore thee, thou swift driver of steeds! Do thou, O queen! Change this world-wide portent into some painless blessing for Thebes …
But art thou bringing a sign of some war, or wasting of produce, or an unspeakably violent snow-storm, or fatal faction, or again, some overflowing of the sea on the plain, or frost to bind the earth, or heat of the south wind streaming with raging rain? Or wilt thou, by deluging the land, cause the race of men to begin anew? I in no wise lament whate’er I shall suffer with the rest!”