Hail Hippios, thundering lord of horses!
There is no distinction between
the pounding of the surf,
the rumble of the rocks,
the surging of my heart, and
the thunder of the hooves.
Human labor would never be
human mastery without these beasts.
But human failings can ever forget
the debts we owe, greatest to least.
Hippios, with your horses as partners
our people have thrived,
sharing our labors and
permitting our rides.
May our people remember
this gift that you gave
and honor your horses
as companions, not slaves.