Hear me, illustrious Furies, mighty named,
Terrific powers, for prudent counsel famed;
Holy and pure, from Jove terrestrial born,
And Proserpine, whom lovely locks adorn:
Whose piercing sight, with vision unconfined
Surveys the deeds of all the impious kind.
On Fate attendant, punishing the race
(With wrath severe) of deeds unjust and base.
Dark-colored queens, whose glittering eyes are bright
With dreadful, radiant, life-destroying, light:
Eternal rulers, terrible and strong,
To whom revenge and tortures dire belong;
Fatal and horrid to the human sight,
With snaky tresses wandering in the night:
Hither approach, and in these rites rejoice,
For ye, I call, with holy suppliant voice.