Chorus
[1495] May you come at last, speeding over your horses' path through the sky, sons of Tyndareus, under the whirling of the radiant stars; you who dwell in heaven, Helen's rescuers, [1500] go over the gray-green swell and the dark gray surge of sea-waves, sending the sailors [1505] favoring breezes from Zeus; and cast away from your sister her ill-fame from marriage with a barbarian, the punishment she received from the contest on Ida; [1510] but she never went to the land of Ilion, to the towers of Phoebus.