Of Heracles the son of [?] will I sing, mightiest of mortals, whom [?] bore in [?] of the fair dancing places, for she had lain in the arms of the son of [?], the lord of the dark clouds. Of old the hero wandered endlessly over land and sea, at the bidding of [?] the prince, and himself wrought many deeds of fateful might, and many he endured; but now in the fair haunts of snowy [?] he dwells in joy, and hath white-ankled [?] for his wife. Hail prince, son of [?], and give to us valour and good fortune.