Much-named, and best of daemons, hear my prayer,
The desert-loving, decked with tender hair;
Joy to diffuse, by all desired, is thine,
Much formed, Eubulus, aliment divine.
Female and male, all-charming to the sight,
Adonis, ever flourishing and bright;
At stated periods doomed to set and rise
With splendid lamp, the glory of the skies.
Two horned and lovely, reverenced with tears,
Of splendid form, adorned with copious hairs.
Rejoicing in the chase, all-graceful power,
Sweet plant of Venus, Love’s delightful flower:
Descended from the secret bed divine
Of Pluto’s queen, the fair-haired Proserpine.
It’s thine to sink in Tartarus profound,
And shine again through heavens illustrious round;
Come, timely power, with providential care,
And to thy mystics earth’s productions bear.