Incense: Pounded Frankincesne
Titan radiant as gold, Hyperion, celestial light,
Self-born untiring, sweet sight to living creatures.
On the right you beget dawn and on the left, night.
You temper the seasons as you ride your dancing horses,
And rushing swiftly, O fiery and bright-faces charioteer,
You press on your course in endless whirl, and harsh to the impious,
You teach good to the pious.
Yours the goldden lyre and the harmony of cosmic motion,
And you command noble deeds and nurture the seasons.
Piping lord of the world, a fiery circle of light is your course,
And, O Paian, your light gives live and fruits.
Eternal, pure, father of time, O immortal Zeus,
You are the clear, brilliant, and all-encompassing cosmic eye,
Both when you set and when you shine your lovely radiant light.
A paragon of justice, O water-loving lord of the cosmos,
You guard pledges and, ever the highest, you help all.
Eye of justice and light of life, O charioteer,
With screaming whip you drive the four-horsed chariot on.
Hear my words and show life's sweetness to the initiates.
Incense:Aromatic Herbs
Bull-horned Moon traversing the air in a race with night.
Nocturnal, torch-bearing, maiden of fair stars,
Moon waxing and waning, feminine and masculine,
Glittering lover of horses, mother of time, bearer of fruit.
Amber-colored, brooding, shininig in the night, all-seeing, vigilant,
Surrounded by beautiful stars, you delight in quiet and in the richness of the night.
Shining in the night, like a jewel, you grant fulfillment and favor.
Long-cloaked marshal of the stars, wise maiden whose motion is circular,
Come! Blessed and gentle lady of the stars,
In three ways shine your redeeming light upon your new initiates.
Incense:Aromatic Herbs
Queen, all-taming and indomitable, lustrous ruler,
Ever honored mistress of all, highest goddess, imperishable, first-born,
Fabled glorifier of men, nocturnal, knowing, light-bringing, irrepressible,
Swift is the motion of your feet and your steps noiseless,
O pure marshal of the gods, end that has no end.
All patrake of you but you alone partake of one one;
Self-fathered and hence fatherless, lovely, joyous, great and accessible,
You nurse flowers, you lovingly comingle and twine,
And you lead, rule and bring life and nourishment to all.
Self-sufficient, many-named pursuasion of the Graces, Dike herself,
Queen of heaven and earth and sea,
You are bitter to the vulgar and sweet to those who obey you.
Wise in all, giver of all, nurturing queen of all,
Abundant nourishment is your as you dissolve whatever ripens.
Father and Mother of all, nuturer and nurse, you bring swift birth, O bleesed one,
And a wealth of seeds and the fever of seasons are yours.
An opulent and might divinity, you give shape and form to all things;
Eternal, setting all in motion, skilled and discreet,
You are ever-turning the swift stream into an unceasing eddy.
Flowing in all things, circular, ever changing form,
Fair-throned, precious, you alone accomplish your designs
And, loud-roaring, you rule mightly over sceptered kings.
Fearless, all-taming, destined fate, fire-breathing,
You are life everlasting and immortal providence.
Since you fashion these things, you are everything.
You are the all, for you alone do these things to bring peace, health and growth to all.
