Κεραυνοῦ Διός Keravnoú Diós¶
O Father Jove, who shakes with fiery light
The world, deep-sounding from thy lofty height.
From thee proceeds the ethereal lightning’s blaze,
Flashing around intolerable rays.
Thy sacred thunders shake the blessed abodes,
The shining regions of the immortal Gods.
Thy power divine the flaming lightning shrouds
With dark investiture in fluid clouds.
It’s thine to brandish thunders strong and dire,
To scatter storms, and dreadful darts of fire;
With roaring flames involving all around,
And bolts of thunder of tremendous sound.
Thy rapid dart can raise the hair upright,
And shake the heart of man with wild affright.
Sudden, unconquered, holy, thundering God,
With noise unbounded flying all abroad;
With all-devouring force, entire and strong,
Horrid, untamed, thou rolls the flames along.
Rapid, ethereal bolt, descending fire,
The earth, all-parent, trembles at thine ire;
The sea all-shining, and each beast, that hears
The sound terrific, with dread horror fears:
When Nature’s face is bright with flashing fire,
And in the heavens resound thy thunders dire.
Thy thunders white the azure garments tear,
And burst the veil of all-surrounding air.
O Jove, all-blessed, may thy wrath severe,
Hurled in the bosom of the deep appear,
And on the tops of mountains be revealed,
For thy strong arm is not from us concealed.
Propitious to these sacred rites incline,
And to they suppliants grant a life divine,
Add royal health, and gentle peace beside,
With upright reasoning for a constant guide.