I have come here to the prints of ancient feet, my mother’s, even to the region where she was watched while she browsed among the flowers— into that pasture, from which Io, tormented by the gad-fly’s sting, fled in frenzy, traversing many tribes of men, and according to fate, cut in two the surging strait, marking off the land upon the farther shore.
 Chorus 
 And through the land of Asia she gallops, straight through sheep-pasturing Phrygia , and she passes the city of Teuthras among the Mysians, and the hollow vales of Lydia , across the mountains of the Cilicians and the Pamphylians, speeding over ever-flowing rivers and earth deep and rich, and