οὐ γάρ πώ τις τᾖδε παρήλασε νηὶ μελαίνῃ,
πρίν γ’ ἡμέων μελίγηρυν ἀπὸ στομάτων ὄπ’ άκοῦσαι,
άλλ’ ὅ γε τερψάμενος νεῖται καὶ πλείονα εἰδώς.
"Now stop your ship and listen to our voices.
All those who pass this way hear honeyed song
poured from our mouths. The music brings them joy,
and they go on their way with greater knowledge".
I don't change my regular iambic pentameter.
"Blest is the man ordain'd our voice to hear,
The song instructs the soul, and charms the ear."