To you I have given wings, on which you may fly aloft Above the boundless sea and all the earth With ease. At feasts and banquets you will be present On all occasions, lying in the mouths of many, And to the clear-toned sound of pipes young men With seemly grace and loveliness, their voices fair and clear, Will sing of you. And when beneath the hollows of the murky earth You go to Hades' halls ringing with lamentation, Not even then, though dead, will you ever lose your fame; instead, you will be known To people of all time, your name imperishable, Kyrnos, roaming through mainland Hellas and up and down the islands, Passing over the restless fish-swarming sea, Not mounted on the backs of horses, but sent abroad By the radiant gifts of the Muses, violet-crowned: To all who care for them, even to those who are not yet born, you will be Alike a theme of song, so long as earth and sun exist. From you, however, I get scant respect; Instead, you cheat me with words as if I were a little child.