+ Εὐδοκίας Αὐγούστης + Πολλὰ μὲν ἐν βιωτῷ καὶ ἀπίρονα θαύματ´ ὄπωπα, τίς δέ κεν ἐξερέοι, πόσα δὲ στόματ´, ὦ κλίβαν´ ἐσθλέ, σὸν μένος, οὐτιδανὸς γεγαὼς βροτός; Ἄλλά σε μᾶλλον ὠκεανὸν πυρόεντα νέον θέμις ἐσθὶ καλεῖσθαι, Παιάνα καὶ γενέτην γλυκερῶν δοτῆρα ῥεέθρων. Ἐκ σέο τίκτεται οἶδμα τὸ μύριον, ἄλλυδις ἄλλῃ, ὅππῃ μὲν θεῖον, πῇ δ´ αὖ κρυερόν τε μέσον τε. Τετράδας ἐς πίσυρας κρηνῶν προχέεις σέο κάλλος. Ἰνδή‧ Ματρώνα τε‧ Ῥεπέντινος‧ Ἠλίας ἁγνός‧ Ἀντωνῖνος εὖς‧ δροσερὰ Γαλατία καὶ αὐτὴ Ὑγεία‧ καὶ χλιαρὰ μεγάλα‧ χλιαρὰ δὲ τὰ μικρά‧ Μαργαρίτης‧ κλίβανος παλεός‧ Ἰνδή τε‧ καὶ ἄλλη Ματρώνα‧ Βριαρή τε, μονάστρια‧ κ´ ἡ πατριάρχου. Ὠδείνουσι τεὸν μένος ὄβριμον ἠνεκὲς αἰέν, ἀλλὰ θεὸν κλυτόμητιν ἀείσομαι εἰς εὐεργεσείην μερόπων τε χρ

By Eudocia Augusta In my life many and infinite wonders I have seen, But who, however many his mouths, could proclaim, O noble clibanus, Your strength, having been born a worthless mortal? But rather Is it just that you be called a new fiery ocean, Paean and life source, provider of sweet streams. From you is born the infinite swell, here one, there another, On this side boiling, but there in turn cold and tepid. You pour forth your beauty into four tetrads of springs. Indian and Matrona, Repentius, Elijah the Holy , Antoninus the Good , dewy Galatea and Hygeia herself, the large lukewarm pool and the small lukewarm pool, The Pearl, the old clibanus, Indian, and also anotherMatrona, Briara and the Nun, and the (spring) of the Patriarch. For those in pain your mighty strength [is ever constant].