Muscular son of Sparta,
O boy of surpassing beauty.
It was you who ensnared the affections
of Shining Apollo of the silver bow.
His love you happily requited,
O man of strength and will.
It was you who leaned the arts
of Far-shooting Apollo on that discus field.
The jealousy of winds you inspired,
O unhappy one of two lovers.
It was you who scorned the advances
of Zephyrus in favor of your Lord Apollo.
Retribution had to be taken,
O star-crossed beloved of the Bright one.
It was you the discus came for
Thrown off its course by highest wind.
Despairing son of Zeus,
O Lord of surpassing beauty.
It was you whose heart was broken
As your own thrown disc cracked the skull
of your lover Hyacinthus.
Not all was lost that fateful day,
O creator of things fair and delightful.
It was you who made a mortal son of Lykrugos
immortal with your art,
his petals anew you stained with tears:
Alas, alas, my love.