Loveliest goddess of all in your sphere above!
To hear your brother praised, is something you love.
To blessed Rhodes lend an ear, now, from the sky,
Where an endless Paean, to him, rises on high.
He begins the day's course: he ends it again,
He eyes us all with his radiant fiery eye, then.
The mountains, the city, the sea and the strand,
Please the great god, lovely and bright is the land.
No mist drifts above us, and if one appears,
A ray, and a breeze: and the island shows clear!
There the high god's in hundreds of statues displayed,
As a youth, and a giant, the mild and the grave.
We were the first to carve forms: we began
The depiction of gods in the image of Man.
