tr., John Brownlie
soi nux me pherei ton aoidon, anax
A Cento from age moi psucha
When darkness falls and night is here,
My hymns of praise in silence rise --
This knows the moon, whose silver sphere
Shines in the star-bespangled skies.
When morning breaks, and glorious day
Shines in the dawn and noontide fair --
This knows the sun -- a grateful lay
Springs from my heart in fervent prayer.
When fails the light at sunset gray,
And twilight listens for my song --
This know the stars -- in bright array
My praises mingle with their throng.