ἀλλοίην ὁρόω δονάκων φύσιν. ἦπου ἀπ᾽ ἄλλης
χαλκείης τάχα μᾶλλον ἀνεβλάστησαν ἀρούρης,
ἄγριοι, οὐδ᾽ ἀνέμοισιν ὑφ᾽ ἡμετέροις δονέονται:
ἀλλ᾽ ἀπὸ ταυρείης προθορὼν σπήλυγγος ἀήτης

νέρθεν ἐϋτρήτων καλάμων ὑπὸ ῥίζαν ὁδεύει:
καί τις ἀνὴρ ἀγέρωχος ἔχων θοὰ δάκτυλα χειρῶν,
ἵσταται ἀμφαφόων κανόνας συμφράδμονας αὐλῶν
οἱ δ᾽ ἁπαλὸν σκιρτῶντες ἀποθλίβουσιν ἀοιδήν.

— Paton edition

I see a new kind of reeds. Are they, perchance,
the wild product of some strange brazen soil ? They
are not even moved by our winds, but from a cave
of bull's hide issues a blast and passes into these
hollow reeds at their root. And a valiant man with
swift fingers stands touching the notes which play in
concert with the pipes, and they, gently leaping,
press the music out of the pipes.

— Paton edition

A strange growth of reeds do I behold. Surely they sprang on a sudden from another brazen field, so wild are they. The winds that wave them are none of ours, but a blast leaps forth from a cavern of bull's hide and beneath the well-bored pipes travels to their roots. And a dignified person, with swift moving fingers of the hand, stands there and handles the keys that pass the word to the pipes; then the keys leap lightly, and press forth the melody.

— Wright, Emily Wilmer Cave (1868–1951), The Works of the Emperor Julian (1913)

A strange growth of reeds do I behold. Surely they sprang on a sudden from another brazen field, so wild are they. The winds that wave them are none of ours, but a blast leaps forth from a cavern of bull's hide and beneath the well-bored pipes travels to their roots. And a dignified person, with swift moving fingers of the hand, stands there and handles the keys that pass the word to the pipes; then the keys leap lightly, and press forth the melody.

— Wright, Emily Wilmer Cave (1868–1951), The Works of the Emperor Julian (1913)

I see a new kind of reeds. Are they, perchance,
the wild product of some strange brazen soil ? They
are not even moved by our winds, but from a cave
of bull's hide issues a blast and passes into these
hollow reeds at their root. And a valiant man with
swift fingers stands touching the notes which play in
concert with the pipes, and they, gently leaping,
press the music out of the pipes.

— Paton edition

ἀλλοίην ὁρόω δονάκων φύσιν. ἦπου ἀπ᾽ ἄλλης
χαλκείης τάχα μᾶλλον ἀνεβλάστησαν ἀρούρης,
ἄγριοι, οὐδ᾽ ἀνέμοισιν ὑφ᾽ ἡμετέροις δονέονται:
ἀλλ᾽ ἀπὸ ταυρείης προθορὼν σπήλυγγος ἀήτης

νέρθεν ἐϋτρήτων καλάμων ὑπὸ ῥίζαν ὁδεύει:
καί τις ἀνὴρ ἀγέρωχος ἔχων θοὰ δάκτυλα χειρῶν,
ἵσταται ἀμφαφόων κανόνας συμφράδμονας αὐλῶν
οἱ δ᾽ ἁπαλὸν σκιρτῶντες ἀποθλίβουσιν ἀοιδήν.

— Paton edition