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7 WINGS ( JOHN REINOLDS )
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Ἀετέ , ἠελίοιο σὺ λαμπάδα δέρκεο καλὴν Ἐγὼ δὲ ἀβάτην ἄπτερος πῶς οἶδ ’ ὁδόν ; Οὐ δύναμαι τοίης λαμπάδος ἄκρον ἰδεῖν . Ἅλις δὲ φρεσὶν οὐδὲ ὦπ ’ ἰδέσθαι · Ἐμοί γε προσφωνεῖν ἅλις5 Τοῖς ἐπέεσιν · Τοῖς ἐπέεσιν Μούση παροῦσαν † στήκατο † Μούση δ ’ ἱερὰς ἐνθέα προσευχὰς Τεῦξε τεῆς ζωῆς ἡσυχίης τε τεῆς . Οἵον σὺ λαοῦ ἕνεκα , βασίλισσα , λέγεις Σῶζε , θεός , λαόν , λέγομεν πάλι σῶζε Ἄνασσαν .
Eagle , you behold the beautiful lamp of the sun , but how do I , without wings , know the untraversable way ? I cannot see the top of such a beacon . It is enough to see in the mind and not face to face . For me at any rate , it is enough to address with words . With words the Muse < brought you > here , and the Muse , inspired , has crafted holy prayers for your life and peace . Just as , for the sake of your people , you , O queen , say , “ God , save the people ,” we in turn say , “ God , save the Queen .”
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