Hail gallant Ares, God hymned by women
rejoicing in floral crowns and fragrant offerings,
when you bring their dear husbands
safely home from distant lands,
hardened by Enyo but enjoying all the more
the sweet things of Hestia’s domain.
Wise was Homer when he showed you, Thracian,
in the bed of the Paphian Queen
– ten months hence will witness a rich harvest of children
after these sleepless nights of welcome return.