I fancied the Muse of the Irony,
for this ever-cheerless earth.
I gave her the boundless colony:
for soaring, romping and mirth.
The daughters of Zeus, which are ever-blessed
and proud with their father Zeus, -
though posed as the wisest and cleverest,
are nothing without my muse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem