Chorus
From the Tyrian swell of the sea I came, a choice offering for Loxias from the island of Phoenicia, [205] to be a slave to Phoebus in his halls, where he dwells under the snow-swept peaks of Parnassus; through the Ionian sea I sailed in the waves, [210] over the unharvested plains, in the gusts of Zephyrus that ride from Sicily, sweetest music in the sky.