Incense: et varia
Yoke your swift chariot drawn by bull-slaying lions,
And, O mighty goddess who brings things to pass, join our prayers.
Many-named and reverend, you are the queen of the sky,
For in the cosmos yours is the throne in the middle because the earth is yours,
And you give gentle nourishment to mortals.
Gods and men were born of you, and you hold sway over the rivers and all the sea.
Hestia is one of your names, and they call you giver of prosperity,
Because you bestow on men all manner of gifts.
Come to this rite, queen whom the drum delights,
All-taming, savior, honord and frenzy-loving nurturer of life.
Joyously and graciously visit our deeds of piety.
Incense: Frankincense
Almighty is your heart, O lord of the deceased and judge of contests.
Gentle and clever, O Argeiphontes, you are a guide whose sandals fly,
And a man-loving prophet to mortals.
You are vigorous and you delight in excercise and in deceit.
Interpreter of all, you are a profiteer who frees us of cares,
And who holds in his hands the blameless tool of peace.
Lord of Korykos, blessed, helpful and skilled in words, you assist in work,
You are a friend of mortals in need,
And you wield the dreaded and respected weapon of speech.
Hear my prayer and grant a good end to a life of industry, gracious talk and mindfulness.
Come and accept this gracious sacrifice.
Much-honored spouse of Plouton, discreet and life-giving,
You command the gates of Hades in the bowels of the earth,
Lovely-tressed, Praxidike, pure bloom of Deo, mother of the Furies,
Queen of the netherworld whom Zeus sired in clandestine union.
Mother of loud-roaring and many shaped Eubouleus,
Radiant and luminous playmate of the Seasons, august, almighty,
Maiden rich in fruits, you alone are beloved of mortals.
In spring you rejoice in the meadow breezes,
And you show your holy figure in shoots and green fruits.
You were made a kidnapper's bride in the fall,
And you alone are life and death to toiling mortals,
O Persephones, for you always nourish all and kill them too.
Hearken, O blessed goddess, and send forth the earth's fruits.
You who blossom in peace, in soft-handed health,
And in a life of plenty that ferries old age in comfort to your realm,
O queen, and to that of mighty Plouton.
Incense: Storax
Thrice-born, Bacchic lord, savage, ineffable, two-horned and two-shaped.
Ivy-cover, bull-faced, warlike, howling, pure, you take raw flesh,
You have triennieal feasts, wrapt in foliage, decked with grape clusters.
Resoureful Eubouleus, immortal god sired by Zeus,
When he mated with Persephone in unspeakable union.
Hearken to my voice, O blessed one, and with your fair-girdled nurses,
Breathe on me in spirit of perfect kindness.
Whose feet pound the ground, discordant is you lyre as you strike a pace,
Light of foot, O renowned marshals and arms-carrying guards,
Priests of the train of a mother struck with mountain frenzy.
Kindly visit those whose words praise you,
And, with joyous heart, be gracious to the oxherd.
Incense: Aromatic Herbs
Noble and blessed goddess, brave in the din of war.
Renowned and cave-haunting, you may and may not be spoken of.
Your domain is the wind-swept hilltops and shaded mountains, and dells charm your heart.
Arms please you, and you strike men's souls with frenzy,
O maiden vigorous and horrid-tempered.
Slayer of Gorgo, blessed mother of the arts, you shun the bed of love,
And, O impetuos one, you bring madness to the wicked and prudence to the virtuous.
Male and female, begetter of war, counselor, she-dragon of many shapes,
Frenzy-loving, illustrious, destroyer of the Phlegraian Giants, driver of horses,
Tritogeneia, you free us from suffering, O victorious goddess.
Day and night, ever into the small hours, hear my prayer,
And give a full measure of peace, of riches, and health accompanied by happy seasons,
O gray-eyed and inventive queen to whom many pray.
