Thee, mighty ruling Daemon dread, I call,
Mild Jove, life-giving, and the source of all:
Great Jove, much wandering, terrible and strong,
To whom revenge and tortures dire belong.
Mankind from thee in plenteous wealth abound,
When in their dwellings joyful thou art found;
Or pass through life afflicted and distressed,
The needful means of bliss by thee suppressed.
It’s thine alone endued with boundless might,
To keep the keys of sorrow and delight.
O holy, blessed father, hear my prayer,
Disperse the seeds of life-consuming care,
With favoring mind the sacred rites attend,
And grant to life a glorious blessed end.