Wreathed in myrtle, my sword I'll conceal
Like those champions devoted and brave,
When they plunged in the tyrant their steel,
And to Athens deliverance gave.
Beloved heroes! your deathless souls roam
In the joy breathing isles of the blest;
Where the mighty of old have their home -
Where Achilles and Diomed rest.
In fresh myrtle my blade I'll entwine,
Like Harmodious, the gallant and good,
When he made at the tutelar shrine
A libation of Tyranny's blood.
Ye deliverers of Athens from shame!
Ye avengers of Liberty's wrongs!
Endless ages shall cherish your fame
Embalmed in their echoing songs!
Beloved heroes! your deathless souls roam In the joy breathing isles of the blest; Where the mighty of old have their home - Where Achilles and Diomed rest. .....great and beautiful hymn and homage to the Aristogeiton And Harmodius; pleasure to read
Echoing Songs! ! ! Beloved Heroes! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Beloved heroes! your deathless souls roam In the joy breathing isles of the blest; Where the mighty of old have their home - Where Achilles and Diomed rest. a very fine poem. tony
This is a war song and the language is very appropriate for indicating what it does. It is an exigence poem on the theme of battle or fight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've read both the Illiad and the Odessy, and enjoyed them. Knowing the Greek tales this poem brings back what I read.