But what I never knew I never will forget

makarίzomέn se, tέttiῑx.

ὅte dendrέwn ἑp’ ἄkrwn

ὀlίghn drόson pepwkώV

basileὺV ὅpwV ἀeίdeiV.

sà gάr ἐsti keῖna pάnta,

ὁpόsa blέpeiV ἐn ἀgroῖV

cὠpόsa jέrousin ὗlai.

 

We regard you as blessed, cicada.

When in the tree-tops

after drinking a little dew

like a king you sing.

For all those things are yours,

as many as you see in the fields

and as many as the woods bring forth.

--Anacreon of Teos