Incense: Frankincense
Delighting in arms, indomitable, man-slaying, wall-battering;
Lord Ares, yours is the din of arms,and ever be-spattered with blood,
You find joy in killing and in the fray of battle, O horrid one,
Whose desire is for the rude clash of swords and spears.
Stay the raging strife, relax pain's grip on my soul,
And yield to the wish of Kypris and to the revels of Lyaios,
Exchanging the might of arms for the words of Deo,
Yearning for peace that nurtures youths and brings wealth.
Incense: Powdered Frankincense
Unwearying fire that shines in the gleam of flames,
God, bringing light to mortals, mighty-handed and eternal artisan.
Worker, cosmic part and blamless element,
Highest of all, all-eating, all-taming, all-haunting, ether, sun, stars, moon and pure light;
For it is a part of Hephaistos all these reveal to mortals.
All homes, all cities and all nations are yours,
And, O mighty giver of many blessings, you dwell in human bodies.
Hear me, lord, as I summon you to this holy libation,
That you may always come, gentle, to make work a joy.
End the savage rage of untiring fire,
Since, through you, nature itself burns in our bodies.
Incense: Frankincense
Come, mighty and soothing, bring health,
And put an end to sickness and the harsh fate of death.
Helper, blessed spirit of growth and blossoming, you ward off evil,
Honored and mighty scion of Phoibos Apollon.
Enemy of disease, whose blamless consort is Hygeia,
Come, O blessed one, as savior and bring life to a good end.
Incense: Frankincense
Mother of all, bringer of prosperity, hear me.
Through you vanish the diseases that afflict men,
And through you every house blossoms to fullness of joy, and the arts thrive.
The world desires you, O queen, and only soul-destroying Hades ever loathes you.
Ever youthful, ever beloved, you are a haven for mortals.
Apart from you all is without avail for men:
Wealth, sweet to those feast, and giver of abundance, fails,
And man never reaches the many pains of old age,
For you are sole mistress and queen of all.
But, goddess, come, ever helpful to the initiates,
And keep away the accursed distress of harsh disease.
Incense: Storax, Powdered Frankincense
August goddesses whose Bacchic cries resound.
Nocturnal and clandestine, you have your house deep down in a dark cave,
By the sacred waters of the Styx.
Men's unholy designs incur your anger.
Rabid and arrogant, you howl over Necessity's dictates, and, clad in animal skins,
By your power you bring the deep pains of retribution.
Your realm is in Hades, O dreaded maidens with the thousand faces,
Phantoms airy, invisible and swift as thought.
Neither the speedy flames of the sun or the moon,
Nor the radiance of wisdom and vitue,
Nor even the joy in bold enterprise as in the sleekness of fair youth,
Can rouse life's delights without your aid.
Upon the countless races of all men you gaze with Dike's eye, ever occupied with justice.
O snake-haired, many-shaped goddesses of Fate,
Change my thoughts of life into gentle and soft ones.
