Ἑρμῆς Χθόνιος Ermís Chthónios¶
Hermes, I call, whom Fate decrees to dwell
Near to Cocytos, the famed stream of hell,
And in Necessity’s dread path, whose bourn1
To none that reach it e’er permits return.
O Bacchic Hermes, progeny divine
Of Dionysius, parent of the vine,
And of celestial Venus, Paphian queen,
Dark eye-lashed Goddess of a lovely mien:
Who constant wanders through the sacred seats
Where Hell’s dread empress, Proserpine, retreats;
To wretched souls the leader of the way,
When Fate decrees, to regions void of day.
Thine is the wand which causes sleep to fly,
Or lulls to slumberous rest the weary eye;
For Proserpine, through Tartarus dark and wide,
Gave thee forever flowing souls to guide.
Come, blessed power, the sacrifice attend,
And grant thy mystics’ works a happy end.