[the son of Cronus] gave you great honor, shining [your new victory?] like a torch among all Greeks. And a proud maiden [sings the praises of your strength?] often lightly springing with her feet like a carefree fawn on the flowery [hills] with her far-famed [companions] who live nearby. The maidens wear garlands of crimson blossoms and rushes, the native decoration, and sing of your [child], mistress of the all-hospitable [land], and of rosy-armed Endaïs, who bore [godlike Peleus] and the helmeted warrior Telamon, having gone to bed with Aeacus.