1
Narcissus, reflecting a satisfied face,
Cried, 'Let everyone note :
As I am supreme, so is Greece.'
Thereupon Echo spoke,

2 'These nymph haunts, this lake,
And the depths of saphire slopes
Are not solely from your Greece,
But - from light, clouds and mists...

3
'Your shape, note, how shimmering,
Though you gaze in a crystal pool
Reflexion comes from the distant sun ,
Only the deep is your constant home .'