Pindar, Olympian Ode 1.67-99
And toward the age of youthful bloom,
When downy hair began covering his darkened chin,
He took thought of the marriage that was open to all,
To winning famous Hippodameia from her father,
The Pisan. He approached the grey sea alone at night
And called upon the deep-thundering
Lord of the Fine Trident, who appeared
right by his feet.
He said to him, "if the loving gifts of kypris
Count at all for gratitude, Poseidon,
Come! Hold back the bronze spear of Oinomaos
And speed me in swiftest of chariots
To Elis and bring me to victorious power,
For having killed thirteen suitors
He puts off the marriage
of his daughter. Get risk
does not take hold of a cowardly man.
But since men must die, why would anyone sit
In darkness and coddle a nameless old age to no use,
Deprive of all noble deeds? No!
That contest shall be mine
To undertake; you grant the success I desire."
Thus he spoke, and wielded no unfulfilled
Words. The god honored him
With the gift of a golden chariot
and winged horses that never tire.
He defeated mighty Oinomaos and won the maiden as his
He fathered six sons, leaders eager for achievements.
And now he partakes
Of splendid blood sacrifices
As he reclines by the course of the Alpheos,
Having much-attended tomb beside the alter
thronged by visiting strangers. And far shines that
fame of the Olympic festivals gained in the racecourses
of Pelops, where competition is held for swiftness of feet
and boldly laboring feats of strength.
And for the rest of his life the victor
Enjoys a honey sweet calm,
So much as games can provide it…
- המזבח של זאוס. תרגום של לוב ע"מ 57.