Text #3689The Odes of Pindar .
[Pind. . Translated by John Sandys. William Heinemann; The Macmillan Co. 1915 p. 157]
The Pythian Odes, I: For Hieron of Aetna
[…] whereof is he who lieth in dread Tartarus, that foenian of the gods, Typhon with his hundred heads, who was nurtured of old by the famed Cilician cave, though now the steep shores alwve Cyme, and SiciW too, lieth heavy on his shaggy breast, and the column that soareth to heaven crusheth him, even snow-clad Etna, who nurseth her keen frost for the live-long year, — Etna, from whose inmost caves burst forth the purest founts of unapproachable fire, and, in the day-time, her rivers roll a lurid stream of smoke, while amid the gloom of night, the ruddy flame, as it sweepeth along, with crashing din whirleth rocks to the deep sea far below. And that monster flingeth aloft the most fearful founts of fire, a wondrous marvel to behold, a wonder even to hear, when men are hard by ; such a being is he that lieth bound between those dark-leaved heights and the ground below, while all his out-stretched back is goaded by his craggy couch.