Hermes, dear Hermes, Maia's little son,
I pray to you, the god of thieves and knaves,
because I shiver till my teeth resound,
Please give Hipponax what he deeply craves!
Give him a mantle and a shirt to wear.
And sandals and a pair of furry shoes,
Sixty gold pieces would not come amiss,
And any other comfort that I choose!
Hipponax of Ephesus
Prayer
6th Century BC
Dorothy Burr Thompson
translation
The Greek Poets
Homer to the Present
Peter Constantine, Rachel Hadas,
Edmund Keeley & Karen van Dyck
editors
Norton, 2010©
Charles S. Raleigh
America
N.Y.Y.C.
1877
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