Divinely praised mother of the deathless
gods, nourisher of all things, by our prayers
come to this place, queen and mighty goddess.
Yoke your swiftly running chariot to
the bull-devouring lions. Many-named,
sacred, holding a scepter, the goddess
of the great axis of the sky, you sit
on the throne in the middle of the world;
you hold the earth and bring sweet nourishment
to mortal creatures. And from you the race
of mortals, and the gods as well, came forth.
By you, the rivers take strength, and the sea.
You are invoked as Hestia, called upon
as the giver of bliss, of all good things
to mortals, since you give generously.
Come to the ritual, queen delighting
in drums: tamer of all, the Phrygian
savior, and bed companion of Kronos,
child of heaven, most honored, you support
life and love the frenzy-causing gadfly;
come in joy, who graced us with piety.