Pause, and scan well Archilochus, the bard of elder days.
By east and west
Alike's confest
The mighty lyrist's praise.
Delian Apollo loved him well, and well the sister-choir:
His songs were fraught
With subtle thought,
And matchless was his lyre.
translated by C. S. Calverley
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
His songs were fraught. Thanks for sharing.