Greek Poetry II - Pindar - Nemean VIII. 37.44

Nemean VIII. 37.44
Pindar (ca. 522–443 BC)

Some pray for gold, others for boundless land.
I pray to delight my fellow citizens
Until my limbs are wrapped in earth – a man
Who praised what deserves praise
And sowed blame for wrong-doers.
But human excellence
Grows like a vine tree
Fed by the green dew
Raised up, among wise men and just,
To the liquid sky.
We have all kinds of needs for those we love-
Most of all in hardships, but joy, too,
Strains to track down eyes that it can trust.

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