Μήτηρ Θεῶν Mítir Theón¶
Incense: a variety of odoriferous substances
Mother of Gods, great nurse of all, draw near,
Divinely honored, and regard my prayer.
Throned on a car, by lions drawn along,
By bull-destroying lions, swift and strong,
Thou sways the scepter of the pole divine,
And the world’s middle seat, much-famed, is thine.
Hence earth is thine, and needy mortals share
Their constant food, from thy protecting care.
From thee at first both Gods and men arose;
From thee the sea and every river flows.
Vesta and source of good, thy name we find
To mortal men rejoicing to be kind;
For every good to give, thy soul delights.
Come, mighty power, propitious to our rites,
All-taming, blessed, Phrygian Savior, come,
Saturn’s great queen, rejoicing in the drum.
Celestial, ancient, life-supporting maid,
Inspiring fury; give thy suppliant aid;
With joyful aspect on our incense shine,
And, pleased, accept the sacrifice divine.