August Pallas, who sprang from Zeus alone,
divine, blessed goddess, with a powerful
heart, who stirs the turmoil of war, your name
is mighty, spoken and unspeakable.
Dwelling in caves, you rule the hills, valleys,
high flowing streams, and shadowy mountains
and you gladden your breast in shady vales.
Delighting in weapons you sting the souls
of mortals to madness, exhausting them.
Maiden, having a horrible anger,
Gorgon-slaying, shunning the marriage bed,
yet the abundant mother of the arts.
Loving frenzy, you urge on the wicked
to madness, but give wisdom to the good.
You are both male and female in nature,
the wise mother of war. Ever changing
dragon, filled with divine power, splendid
in honors, you destroyed the Phlegraian
giants. Horse-driving Tritogeneia,
you deliver from evils, o daimon
bearing victory always day and night,
and even in the smallest of the hours.
Hear my prayer, and give us a rich measure
of peace and health, in prosperous seasons,
grey-eyed, creative queen to whom all pray.
