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The only reason we know for the digression about Perseus which occupies great part of this ode seems to be that Thorax, who engaged Pindar to write it for Hippokleas, and perhaps Hippokleas himself, belonged to the family of the Aleuadai, who were descended through Herakles from Perseus.

This ode is the earliest entire poem of Pindar’s which survives.  He wrote it when he was twenty years old.  The simplicity of the style and manner of composition are significant of this.  But there can scarcely be said to be traces here of Pindar’s early tendency in dealing with mythological allusions to ’sow not with the hand but with the whole sack,’ which Korinna advised him to correct, and which is conspicuous in a fragment remaining to us of one of his Hymns.

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Happy is Lakedaimon, blessed is Thessaly:  in both there reigneth a race sprung from one sire, from Herakles bravest in the fight.  What vaunt is this unseasonable?  Nay, now, but Pytho calleth me, and Pelinnaion[1], and the sons of Aleuas who would fain lead forth the loud voices of a choir of men in honour of Hippokleas.

For now hath he tasted the joy of games, and to the host of the dwellers round about hath the valley beneath Parnassos proclaimed him best among the boys who ran the double race[2].

O Apollo, sweet is the end when men attain thereto, and the beginning availed more when it is speeded of a god.  Surely of thy devising were his deeds:  and this his inborn valour hath trodden in the footsteps of his father twice victor at Olympia in panoply of war-affronting arms[3]:  moreover the games in the deep meadow beneath Kirrha’s cliff gave victory to the fleet feet of Phrikias[4].

May good luck follow them, so that even in after days the splendour of their wealth shall bloom.  Of the pleasant things of Hellas they have no scanty portion to their lot; may they happen on no envious repentings of the gods.  A god’s heart, it may be, is painless ever; but happy and a theme of poet’s song is that man who for his valiance of hands or feet the chiefest prizes hath by strength and courage won, and in his life-time seen his young son by good hap attaining to the Pythian crown.  Never indeed shall he climb the brazen heaven, but whatsoever splendours we of mortal race may reach, through such he hath free course even to the utmost harbourage.  But neither by taking ship, neither by any travel on foot, to the Hyperborean folk shalt thou find the wondrous way.

Yet of old the chieftain Perseus entered into their houses and feasted among them, when that he had lighted on them as they were sacrificing ample hecatombs of asses to their god.  For ever in their feasts and hymns hath Apollo especial joy, and laugheth to see the braying ramp of the strange beasts.  Nor is the Muse a stranger to their lives, but everywhere are stirring to and fro dances of maidens and shrill noise of pipes:  and binding golden bay-leaves in their hair they make them merry cheer.  Nor pestilence nor wasting eld approach that hallowed race:  they toil not neither do they fight, and dwell unharmed of cruel Nemesis.