O boy with a maidenly glance, I seek you out, but you do not hear me, not knowing that you are the charioteer of my soul.
ὦ παῖ παρθένιον βλέπων δίζημαί σε, σὺ δ’ οὐ κλύεις, οὐκ εἰδὼς ὅτι τῆς ἐμῆς ψυχῆς ἡνιοχεύεις.