Τίκτει δέ τε θνατοῖσιν Εἰρήνα μεγάλα
στρ. πλοῦτον μελιγλώσσων τ' ἀοιδᾶν ἄνθεα,
δαιδαλέων τ᾽ ἐπὶ βωμῶν
θεοῖσιν αἴθεσθαι βοῶν ξανθᾷ φλογί
μῆρα τανῦτρίχων τε μήλων
γυμνασίων τε νέοις
αὐλῶν τε καὶ κώμων μέλειν.

Great Goddess Peace does Wealth on us bestow, From her our Sciences and Learning flow, Our Arts improve, and we the Artists prize, Our Altars fume with richest Sacrifice. Youths mind their active sports—they often meet, Revel and dance with Maydens in the Street. | Philip Ayres, 1687 | To mortal men Peace giveth these good things: Wealth, and the flowers of honey-throated song; The flame that springs On carven altars from fat sheep and kine, Slain to the gods in heaven; and, all day long, Games for gold youths, and flutes, and wreaths, and circling wine. | J. A. Symonds, 1877 | Peace upon earth Brings Wealth and blossom of dulcet Song to birth; To the Gods on carven altars makes thighs of oxen burn, And sheep in the yellow flame, And bids the young men’s thoughts to the wrestling-game And revel and hautboy turn. | W. G. Headlam, 1907