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Shaft of the sun,
fairest light of all that have dawned on Thebes of the seven gates,
you have shone forth at last, eye of golden day,
advancing over Dirce's streams!
The warrior of the white shield, who came from Argos in full armor,
you have goaded with a sharper bit driving him to headlong retreat:
He set out against our land because of the strife-filled claims of Polyneices,
and like a screaming eagle he flew over into our land,
covered by his snow-white wing,
with a mass of weapons and crested helmets.
He paused above our dwellings;
he gaped around our sevenfold portals with spears thirsting for blood;
but he left
before his jaws were ever glutted with our gore,
and before the Fire-god's pine-fed flame had seized our crown of towers.
So fierce was the crash of battle swelling about his back,
a match too hard to win for the rival of the dragon.
For Zeus detests above all the boasts of a proud tongue...
For Zeus detests above all the boasts of a proud tongue...
and when he saw them advancing in a swollen flood,
arrogant their clanging gold, he dashed with brandished fire
one who was already starting to shout victory when he had reached our ramparts.
Staggered, he fell to the earth with a crash, torch in hand,
a man possessed by the frenzy of the mad attack,
who just now was raging against us with the blasts of his tempestuous hate.
For the seven captains, stationed against an equal number at the seven gates,
left behind their brazen arms in tribute to Zeus the turner of battle
—all but the accursed pair who,
born of one father and one mother,
they set against each other their spears, both victorious,
and who now share in a common death.
But since Victory whose name is glory has come to us,
let us make for ourselves forgetfulness after the recent wars,
and visit all the temples of the gods with night-long dance and song.
And may Bacchus, who shakes the earth of Thebes, rule our dancing!