Yet not even so was my heart eased of its ceaseless pain for godlike Heracles, whom you when you had leagued you with the North Wind and suborned his blasts, sent over the unresting sea, by your evil devising, and thereafter bore him away to well-peopled Cos.
ἐμὲ δ' οὐ δ' ὧς θυμὸν ἀνίει ἀζηχὴς ὀδύνη Ἡρακλῆος θείοιο , τὸν σὺ ξὺν Βορέῃ ἀνέμῳ πεπιθοῦσα θυέλλας πέμψας ἐπ' ἀτρύγετον πόντον κακὰ μητιόωσα , καί μιν ἔπειτα Κόων δ' εὖ ναιομένην ἀπένεικας .
ἐγώ δέ οὐ δέ ὡς θυμός ἀνίημι ἀζηχής ὀδύνη Ἡρακλέης θεῖος , ὁ σύ σύν Βορέας ἄνεμος πείθω θύελλα πέμπω ἐπί ἀτρύγετος πόντος κακός μητιάω , καί μιν ἔπειτα Κῶς δέ εὖ ναίω ἀποφέρω .