Come to me, O beloved mistress, Three-Faced Selene
Kindly hear my sacred chants:
Night’s Ornament! Young! bringing light to mortals!
O child of morn who ride upon fierce bulls,
O queen who drive your car on equal course with Helios;
Who with the triple forms of triple Graces
Dance in revel with the stars!
You are Justice, and the Moira’s threads:
Klotho and Lakhesis and Atropos;
Three-headed, You’re Tisiphone, Megaira, Alleckto;
Many formed, [you] who arm your hands with dreaded, murky lamps;
Who shake the locks of fearful serpents on your brow;
Who sounds the roar of bulls from out your mouths;
Whose womb is decked out with the scales of creeping things
With poisonous rows of serpents down your back:
Bound down your backs with horrifying chains;
Night-Crier! Bull-faced! Loving solitude! Bull-headed!
You have the eyes of bulls, the voice of dogs;
You hide your forms in the shanks of lions;
Your ankle is wolf-shaped; fierce dogs are dear to you
And so they call you Hekate!
Many-named Mene, cleaving air just like dart-shooter Artemis,
Persephone, Shooter of deer.
Night-shining, triple-sounding, triple-headed, triple voiced Selene;
Triple-pointed, triple-faced, triple-necked,
And goddess of the triple ways
Who hold untiring flaming fire in triple baskets,
And you who oft frequent the triple way
And rule the triple decades,
Unto me, who am calling, be gracious, and with kindness give heed!
You, who protect the spacious world at night
Before whom daimons quake in fear and gods immortal tremble;
Goddess who exalt men, you of many names, who bear fair offspring,
Bull-eyed, horned, mother of gods and men,
And Nature, Mother of All Things;
For you frequent Olympos,
And the broad and boundless chasm you traverse.
Beginning and end are you, and you alone rule all.
For all things are from you,
And in you do all things, Eternal one, come to their end.
As everlasting band around your temples
You wear great Kronos’ chains, unbreakable and unremovable;
And you hold in your hands a golden scepter.
Letters ‘round your scepter Kronos wrote himself,
And gave to you to wear that all things may stay steadfast:
Subduer and subdued! Mankind’s subdue, and force-subduer,
Chaos, too, you rule!
ARARAKHARA EPHTHISIKERE
Hail, goddess, and attend your epithets!
I burn for you this spice, O child of Zeus,
Dark-shooter, heavenly one, goddess of harbors,
Who roam the mountains, goddess of crossroads,
O nether and nocturnal and infernal:
Goddess of dark, quiet and frightful one,
O you who have your meal amid the graves,
Night, Darkness, broad Chaos, Necessity hard to escape are you!
You’re Moira and Erinys, torment, Justice and Destroyer,
And you keep Kerberos in chains;
With scales of serpents are you dark;
O you with hair of serpents, serpent girded,
Who drink blood,
Who bring death and destruction,
And who feast on hearts, flesh-eater,
Who devour those dead untimely
And you who make grief resound and spread madness,
Come to my sacrifices,
And now for me, fulfill this matter:
[State your desire.]
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