Chorus
Half-human, half horse
Son of the king of the Lapiths, and Nephele, (a cloud made in the image of Hera)
Loved by all the gods although he never met the gods
He felt the desire to see them,
and also dread and abhorrence of them,
the axis inclines either to the right or left,
forwards or backward.
So much confusion
His noble spirit will not be quelled until he either slays or is slain.
The voice
Son of the King of Laphites.
Ride on over all obstacles
and win the race.
Centaur
And win the race?, I do not know the 'quid' of anything.
The Voice
The race that one has started in.
So you will have an eternal place by our side.
Chorus
Ride on!
Climb the higher, lower, and middle notes of the scale
For - Don´t you see...
We gods are no losers, anyhow.
Win!
Then our dream has been realized.
Centaur
For a time he struggled and covered his eyes
No help. The auxiliaries were to be "dogs" instead of "gods"
So, He rode and fell down the precipice into the world of humans.
Here rests Centaur, son of king and cloud
who never met the gods.
