Hear me, Jove’s daughter, celebrated queen,
Bacchian and Titan, of a noble mien:
In darts rejoicing and on all to shine,
Torch-bearing Goddess, Dictynna divine.
O’er births presiding, and thyself a maid,
To labor pangs imparting ready aid:
Dissolver of the zone, and wrinkled care,
Fierce huntress, glorying in the sylvan war:
Swift in the course, in dreadful arrows skilled,
Wandering by night, rejoicing in the field:
Of manly form, erect, of bounteous mind,
Illustrious daemon, nurse of human kind:
Immortal, earthly, bane of monsters fell,
It’s thine, blessed maid, on woody mounts to dwell:
Foe of the stag, whom woods and dogs delight,
In endless youth you flourish fair and bright.
O universal queen, august, divine,
A various form, Cydonian power, is thine.
Dread guardian Goddess, with benignant mind,
Auspicious come, to mystic rites inclined;
Give earth a store of beauteous fruits to bear,
Send gentle Peace, and Health with lovely hair,
And to the mountains drive Disease and Care.