16. For Hera

You enthrone yourself in dark vales, wind-shaped
Hera, queen of all, the blessed consort
of Zeus. You give sweet breezes to nourish
the souls of mortals. Mother of rains, nurse
of the winds, from you all things have their births.

For without you, nothing at all would know
the nature of life. For you share in all,
mingled in the sacred air. Of all things,
you are the ruler, and of all, the queen.

You tremble in the flows of the whistling
wind. So blessed goddess of many names,
queen of all, may you come kindly minded
and with a beautifully smiling face.