Kostes Palamas, the Poet of the Olympic Hymn.
Olympic Hymn
Ancient Spirit, immortal, pure father
of the beautiful, the great and the true,
descend, appear and shine down here
in the glory of your own land and sky.
In the race and the wrestling and the stone,
shine in the prowess of noble games
and crown with the immortal branch
and build the body iron-strong and worthy.
Valleys, mountains and seas glow with you
like a white-purple, great temple
and your worshippers, all peoples, hasten here
to the temple, immortal, Ancient Spirit.
- Kostes Palamas