Hail, Eurus, God of the East Wind!
You dwell near the rosy palace of Helios,
Tawny bringer of autumnal decay,
Disheveled raiser of thunderous storms.
Wanton and wild are you, striking fear into the hearts of those who ply the seas and air,
Tossing strong ships and swift aircraft.
You have the spirit of the inheritors of Sparta,
Euros, God of the East Wind.