Daughters of Zeus ruling on high, famed for the lyre, Pierian Muses weave Isthmian land son-in-law of wise Nereus of the island god-built gates of Pelops' shining island yoked horses to chariots, and they flew thick maidens of sleep, like honey to the mind our ancient city [homes] on the shores of the sea [and under] the rays of the sun and Makelo, loving the distaff, by the fair-flowing stream speaks fawning with the voice I am bereaved with double-edged grief deprivation totally