33. For Nike

I call truly mighty Nike, longed for
by mortals, the only one who frees us
from the assault of contention, the pain
of standing and fighting when battle comes.

You judge us in battles, in trophy-winning
deeds, for which, rushing forth, you grant our sweet
prayer. For you rule over all. In every
strife, noble fame swells with festivities,
which are set up for glorious Nike.

So come, yearned for and blessed one, bright-eyed:
always bring fine glory to famous works.