For some say, at Dracanum; and some, on windy Icarus; and some, in Naxos, O
Heaven-Born, Insewn; and others by the deep-eddying river Alphaeus that pregnant
Semele bare you to Zeus the thunder-lover. And others yet, lord, say you were born in
Thebes; but all these lie. The Father of men and gods gave you birth remote from
men and secretly from white-armed Hera. There is a certain Nysa, a mountain
most high and richly grown with woods, far off in Phoenice, near the streams of Aegyptus . . .
(trans. Hugh G. Evelyn-White).