Sea-born, revered goddess of generation, you like the night-long revel,
And you couple lovers at night, O scheming mother of Necessity.
Everything comes from you; you have yoked the world and you control all three relams.
You give birth to all, to everything in heaven, upon fruitful earth,
And in the depths of the sea, O venerable companion pf Bacchos.
You delight in festivities, O bride-like mother of the Erotes,
O persuasion whose joy is in the bed of love, secretive giver of grace,
Visible and invisible, lovely-tressed daughtr of a noble father.
Bridal feast companion of the gods, sceptered she-wolf,
Beloved and man-loving giver of birth and of life,
With your maddening love-charms you yoke mortals,
And the many races of beasts to unbridled passion.
Come, O goddess born in Cyprus, whether you are on Olympos, O queen,
Exulting in the beauty of your face, or you wander in Syria, country of fine frankincense,
Or, yet, driving your golden chariot in the plain,
You lord it over Egypt's fertile river bed.
Come, whether you ride your swan-drawn chariot over the sea's billows,
Joying in the creatures of the deep as they dance in circles,
Or you delight in the company of the dark-faced nymphs on land,
As light-footed, they frisk over the sandy beaches.
Come, lady, even if you are in Cyprus that cherishes you,
Where fair maidens and chaste nymphs throughout the year sing of you,
O blessed one, and of immortal, pure Adonis.
Come O beautiful and comely goddess.
I summon you with holy words and pious soul.
Incense: Aromatic Herbs
Fine-haired, solitary and full of lovely song.
Eubouleus, many-shaped and noble nurturer of all,
Maiden and youth in one... withering bloom, O Adonis,
You vanish and shine again in the fair seasons' turn.
Two-horned spirit of growth and blooming, much loved and wept for are you,
O fair and joyful hunter of the luxurious mane.
Desire is in your mind, O sweet blossom and off-shoot of Aphrodite and Eros,
Child born on the bed of lovely-tressed Persephone.
Now you dwell beneath murky Tartaros,
And now again toward Olympos you bring your fruitful grown body.
Come, O blessed one, and bring earth's fruits to the initiates
Incense: Storax
You guide the souls of mortals to the nether gloom.
Hermes, off-spring of Dionysos who revels in dance,
And Aphrodite, the Paphian maiden of the fluttering eylids,
You frequent the sacred house of Persephone,
As guide throughout the earth of ill-fated souls,
Which you bring to their haven when their time has come,
Charming them with your sacred wand and giving them sleep,
From which you rouse them again.
To you indeed Persephone gave the office, throughout wide Tartaros,
To lead the way for the eternal souls of men.
But, O blessed one, grant a good end for the initiate's wok.
Incense: Aromatic Herbs
Winged archer who runs swiftly on a path of fire
And plays together with gods and mortal men.
Inventive and two-natured, he is master of all, of heaven;y ether,
Of the sea, of the land of the all-begetting winds which for mortals
Are nunrtured by the godde of the green fruit,
And of all that lies in Tartaros and in the roaring sea.
You alone govern the course of all these.
But, blessed one, come to the initiates with pure thought,
And banish from them vile impulses.
