3. For Nyx

I will sing of Night, the mother of gods
and of humans. Nyx, the source of all things,
whom we may also call Kypris, hear me,
blessed goddess shining in the dark sky,
filled with bright stars, rejoicing in silent
nights of sleeping peace; mirthful and happy,
you love all-night vigils, mother of dreams.
You banish care, gently push away pains;
giver of sleep, friend to all, night shining
you lead your horses forth, and half the time,
you wander the earth; and then, the heavens,
wheeling about in your air-haunting hunt.
You send forth light into the depths, then flee
to Hades; for dreadful necessity
governs all. Now I call on you, happy,
much beloved, hearing my supplicating voice,
kindly come, and drive back the fears of night.