Music, amalgamation of concordant
Sound that can inspirit and imbue us
With radiant strength and glorious light.
I, Orpheus, son of Apollo, who charmed
Wild beast, trees, dryads and mountains.
Through favonian breeze of sweet strains,
That my sacred lyre weaved out of my nimble
fingers, O what salubrious harmonies
I created with love for the deities.
And Mealy-mouthed that I was, lived in
Euphonious world of enduring silence.
The Muses, godlike in nature, who
Extolled man to seek beauty in his heart.
Who from infancy of every living soul
Led us to a more exalted state of being.
Erato, my favourite of the Corycian Nymphs-
The one crowned with Ruby-coloured exquisite
Roses, and whose sweet-strung lyre is archetype
Of my Apollo-blessed lyre of immaculate joy!
I conquered the Stygian underworld laden
With Trophonian heaviness of despair,
And discordant tones of wailing into
Angelic, life-Affirming melodies.