χῶρος ἐγὼ τὸ πρὶν μὲν ἔην στυγερωπὸς ἰδέσθαι,
πηλοδόμοις τοίχοις ἀμφιμεριζόμενος.
ἐνθάδε δὲ ξείνων τε καὶ ἐνδαπίων καὶ ἀγροίκων
νηδὺς ἐπεγδούπει λύματα χευομένη.

ἀλλὰ πατήρ με πόληος ἐναλλάξας Ἀγαθίας
θῆκεν ἀρίζηλον τὸν πρὶν ἀτιμότατον.

— Paton edition

I am a place formerly hideous, divided by brick
walls, and here the bellies of strangers, natives, and
countrymen thunderously relieved themselves. But
Agathias, the father of the city, transformed me and
made me distinguished instead of most ignoble.

— Paton edition