I sing of arms and of a woman:
servant of Themis, handmaiden of Nemesis,
from whose hand the justice of the gods
was dealt. Hear me, O Muse! Let thine ears
embrace the voice of my supplication.
As I drink from the waters of the Kastalian Spring,
assist me in the great labour of this history
that all the unborn ages may know of the terrible battle
that rent the sea and sky, and brought order
to a world mired in chaos.