Ancient immortal spirit, pure father
of beauty, of greatness and of truth,
descend, be revealed as lightning here
within the glory of your own earth and sky
At running and wrestling and at throwing
illuminate in the noble Agons' momentum
and crown with the unfading branch
and make the body worthy and iron like.
Planes, sees and mountains shine with you
like a white-and-purple great temple,
and hurries at the temple here, your pilgrim
every nation, o ancient, immortal Spirit.

eta zapis dlia Tanushi, zai vot tebe gimn, k sozaleniu na Kipre on voditsa na grecheskom i na anglisskom, esli otkopau na russkom obiazatelno prishlu