Vociferous Bacchanalian Furies hear!
Ye I invoke, dread powers, whom all revere;
Nightly, profound, in secret who retire,
Tisiphone, Alecto, and Megara dire:
Deep in a cavern merged, involved in night,
Near where Styx flows impervious to the sight.
To mankind’s impious counsels ever nigh,
Fateful, and fierce to punish these you fly.
Revenge and sorrows dire to you belong,
Hid in a savage veil, severe and strong.
Terrific virgins, who forever dwell,
Endued with various forms, in deepest hell;
Aerial, and unseen by human kind,
And swiftly coursing, rapid as the mind.
In vain the sun with winged effulgence bright,
In vain the moon, far darting milder light,
Wisdom and virtue may attempt in vain,
And pleasing art, our transport to obtain;
Unless with these you readily conspire,
And far avert your all-destructive ire.
The boundless tribes of mortals you descry,
And justly rule with Right’s impartial eye.
Come, snaky-haired, Fates many-formed, divine,
Suppress your rage, and to our rites incline.