Chorus
O seats of Pan and rocks that lie near the hollows of Makrai, [495] where the three daughters of Aglauros dance over the green courses before the temples of Pallas, to the quavering wail of pipes, of songs, [500] when you play the pipes in your sunless caves, O Pan, where an unhappy maiden bore a child to Phoebus and exposed it as a feast for birds [505] and a bloody banquet for wild beasts, the outrage of the bitter rape; neither at the loom nor in speeches have I heard that the children born to mortals from gods claim a report of good fortune.