Here the sky is everywhere, on all sides shines the sun, and
something like the honey of Hymettus is all around;
out of the marble grow lilies unwithering;
divine Mount Pentelicon flashes, begetter of an Olympus
The digging axe stumbles on beauty;
in her bosom Cybele holds Gods, not mortals;
when the shafts of twilight strike her,
Athens gushes violet blood.
Here are the temples and the groves of the sacred olive,
and in the slowly shifting crowd, like a caterpillar
on a white flower;
A host of deathless relics live and reign with myriad souls;
The spirit flashes even in the earth; I feel it wrestling
With the darkness in me.