Herakles, strong in mind and mighty, stout
Titan, your powerful hand is filled
with brave victories. You change form, father
of time, eternal, kind, ineffable.
Your passion is fierce, you to whom we pray—
all-powerful, with a ruling heart,
strong archer, prophet. Devouring father,
higher than all, and aid to everyone.
For mortals, you chased and tamed the wild races
because you yearned for peace, the splendidly
honored nurturer of the young. Self-raised,
tireless, the unmatched offspring of the Earth,
you flash the lightning of your ancient spears,
famous Paian, and dawn and dark night whirl
around your head. Your twelve brave deeds spread east
to west. Undying and practiced, immense
and unshaken—come, blessed one, and bring
all your charms against diseases. Shaking
your club in hand, drive off foul confusion,
and with feathered bolts, send away hard death.