Chorus
Chorus
Thou whom the night brings forth, when shorn of splendor,
and lays to rest again in a burst of fire -
tell me, O Sun, I pray thee,
where, oh where is Alcména's son residing?
Thou who searest with flaming bolts of light,
100is he at sea or safe on the mainland shore?
Tell me, thou crowning eye of all the heaven.