Begin, O Muse Calliope, to sing of Helios the child of Zeus, the splendid
Helios whom dark-eyed Euryphaessa bore to the son of Earth and starry
Heaven. For Hyperion wedded Euryphaessa, his own sister, who bore him
goodly children, the rosy-armed Dawn, and fair-tressed Selene, and the
tireless Helios, like unto the Immortals, who from his chariot shines on
mortals and on deathless Gods, and dread is the glance of his eyes from
his golden helm, and bright rays shine forth from him splendidly, and
round his temples the shining locks flowing down from his head frame
round his far-seen face, and a goodly garment wrought delicately shines
about his body in the breath of the winds, and stallions speed beneath
him when he, charioting his horses and golden-yoked car, drives down
through heaven to ocean. Hail, Prince, and of thy grace grant me
livelihood enough; beginning from thee I shall sing the race of heroes
half divine, whose deeds the Goddesses have revealed to mortals.