Σπείσατέ μοι, Μοῦσαι, λιγυρὴν εὐτερπέα φωνήν,
ἡδὺν ἀπὸ στομάτων Ἑλικωνίδος ὄμβρον ἀοιδῆς.
ὅσσοι γὰρ προχέουσιν ἀοιδοτόκου πόμα πηγῆς,
ὑμετέρων ἐπέων λιγυρῇ τέρπονται ἀοιδῇ.

— Paton edition

Pour for me, Muses, a draught of clear delightful
song, the rain of Heliconian melody sweetened by
your lips. For all for whom is shed the drink of the
fountain that gives birth to poets delight in the clear
song of your verses.¹

— Paton edition

Pour for me, Muses, a draught of clear delightful
song, the rain of Heliconian melody sweetened by
your lips. For all for whom is shed the drink of the
fountain that gives birth to poets delight in the clear
song of your verses.¹

— Paton edition

Σπείσατέ μοι, Μοῦσαι, λιγυρὴν εὐτερπέα φωνήν,
ἡδὺν ἀπὸ στομάτων Ἑλικωνίδος ὄμβρον ἀοιδῆς.
ὅσσοι γὰρ προχέουσιν ἀοιδοτόκου πόμα πηγῆς,
ὑμετέρων ἐπέων λιγυρῇ τέρπονται ἀοιδῇ.

— Paton edition