Ancient immortal spirit, pure father of beauty, of greatness and of truth,

descend, be revealed as lightning here within the glory of your own earth and sky.

At wrestling make the body worthy and ironlike and crown with the unfading branch.

Plains, mountains and seas shine with you like a white-and-purple great temple,

and hurries at the temple here, your pilgrim every nation, o ancient, immortal spirit.

by Kostis Palamas