The tyrant is a child of Pride
Who drinks from his sickening cup
Recklessness and vanity,
Until from his high crest headlong
He plummets to the dust of hope.
ὕβρις φυτεύει τύραννον· ὕβρις, εἰ
πολλῶν ὑπερπλησθῇ μάταν,
ἃ μὴ ᾿πίκαιρα μηδὲ συμφέροντα,
ἀκρότατα γεῖσ᾿ ἀναβᾶσ᾿
ἀπότομον ὤρουσεν εἰς ἀνάγκαν
ἔνθ᾿ οὐ ποδὶ χρησίμῳ
χρῆται.
πολλῶν ὑπερπλησθῇ μάταν,
ἃ μὴ ᾿πίκαιρα μηδὲ συμφέροντα,
ἀκρότατα γεῖσ᾿ ἀναβᾶσ᾿
ἀπότομον ὤρουσεν εἰς ἀνάγκαν
ἔνθ᾿ οὐ ποδὶ χρησίμῳ
χρῆται.
Original text (Ancient Greek)