Bacchylides of Keos (or Ceos)
No mortal is happy all the time.
Why? Because when Virtue is praised
She burgeons like a tree!
Ode to Hekate
Carrier of torches,
daughter of black-loined
The test of virtue
Whilst gold is tested by the
are tested by
The Toils of Men
To all men the gods have given toils.
One sort of toils
to one lot
another sort to the other.
He whose soul is teased by hollow concerns
Is rewarded only while he lives.
Virtue might be a hard chore for a man
But if he serves it well
It rewards him richly even after his death
He will become a most enviable symbol of
To us mortals, neither prosperity, nor unyielding war
nor yet the all-destructive rebellions come to us of our choosing
but Destiny, giver of all things, brings down her clouds,
now on this land and now on that.
The mortals to whom the gods have granted joy free of troubles
For all the days until their temples turn grey
For those who disagree
For those who disagree,
the road is wide!
Famous daughter of Palas Athena,
Blessed goddess, Victory,
Look kindly, always, upon the lovely chorus of Carthea
In the contest of the Muses, crown me,
Bacchylides of Keos
With your wreaths!