Of Heracles the son of Zeus will I sing, mightiest of mortals, whom
Alcmena bore in Thebes of the fair dancing places, for she had lain in
the arms of Cronion, the lord of the dark clouds. Of old the hero
wandered endlessly over land and sea, at the bidding of Eurystheus the
prince, and himself wrought many deeds of fateful might, and many he
endured; but now in the fair haunts of snowy Olympus he dwells in joy,
and hath white-ankled Hebe for his wife. Hail prince, son of Zeus, and
give to us valour and good fortune.