The Hymns of Synesius

Hymn 1: Arise My Soul ound forth, clear-tongued lyre, after the Teian cadence, after the Lesbian movement; sing to me in more time-honored strains a Dorian ode, not one for dainty love-laughing girls or for the adolescence of flowering youths that compelleth desire; for it is a sacred travail of divine wisdom and one unsullied that prompts me to strike the strings of my lyre to a divine refrain, and bids me flee from the honied infatuation of earthly loves. What is force and what beauty, what is gold or renown, and what are royal honors as compared with meditations upon God? Let one man be apt in driving horses, another in bending the bow; let another guard his treasure heaps, his golden joy. Another's glory is the hair that sweeps his neck. Let him be lauded on high for the brightness of his countenance by youths and maidens in their songs; but it be my lot to lead a life not noised abroad, a life without display in what concerns other men, but that knows in itself of what pertains to God. May wisdom be ever with me, wisdom the good guide of youth and of age, wisdom the just mistress of wealth, she who smiling shall easily bear poverty, impregnable to the bitter cares of life. May as much be mine as shall suffice to make me independent on my neighbor's hut, sufficient that want may not bend me down to dark forebodings. Listen now to the song of the cicada as she drinks the morning dew. See how my lyre-strings cry out unbidden notes, how some prophetic voice flutter about and around me. What melody shall this divine parturition bear unto me? God, the Beginning created of Himself, Guardian and Father of existing things, born without birth, firmly enthroned above the pinnacles of heaven, proud in glory unwaning, God sits steadfast, of unities the pure unity, and the first monad of monads. He hath joined the elements of exalted beings, bringing them to existence in supernatural acts of birth. From out of these the monad itself, rushing on through a first-engendered form, diffused in unspeakable ways, holds the power of three summits. But the fountain head which dominates, is crowned with the beauty of children leaping from out the center, and again rushing towards the center therein. Pause, audacious lyre, I entreat; pause, reveal not the mysteries to the people at large, mysteries which are celebrated without initiations; go thou and tell of the things here below; silence covereth those above. And now mind is busy with mind's created universe, for out of his has the good beginning of man's spirit been divided beyond division. Mind that waneth not, though descending to matter, is the seed of progenitors that reign in right divine, a seed however feeble. But of these, this one whole universal mind, this whole diffused into the whole, turns the vast hollow of the heavens, and keeping guard upon this very whole is ever present, parted into forms diverse.


leave to the earth the things of the earth. again dawn. It is a labour to take flight with the whole wings of those desires that lift upwards to the universal Heart. glowing with desire of generation. yet another has found an earthly form by a bond descending. offspring as it were of the Heart. Hymn 2: Prayer at Dawn gain light shines forth. that the queenly rotation of the moon may divide her last phase. thyself divine. layers (of matter) in contrary currents. the Creator of the universe and the unified flame of the Holy Spirit. at the joyless earth. fleeing from out of the waves of mortal life. after troubles. Happy he who fleeing the voracious cry of matter. Wisdom. drink from the fountain that runs with gold. and rising from earth. In worship of the Creator ascend thou. enters on the pathways of mind and beholdeth the deep profound that shineth with divine light. an indivisible division alike of the perceptive and the perceived. and in unison with the Father thou mayest perchance move in harmony with God. For some shaft of light shall leap forth to illumine thy paths. what time that. Lo. Ether has enveloped the expanse of billowy matter. a progeny that passeth all being. there is some courage even in those who have fallen here below. Again make supplication to God. . one root. in songs of the morning. Do thou only confirm thy flight by such flights as transport to the ideal world. the beginning of beauty. O my heart. one the root. a thrice resplendent shape has blazed forth. that summoneth them above. and wondereth. the dancing company that encircles the universe. and the Father will appear nigh unto thee and will hold out His Hands to thee. there is the august Son. One is the fountain-head. did raise up a rich plenty of good things. after the darkness that roams by night. and the first conceived form.The one is the convoying of stars. and will unfold to thee the field of mind. there is still a light in the veiled pupils of its eyes. hidden within its bosom. again day. my soul. and delay not. who has given stars to the night. Whence there has now entered into the universe a choir of immortal rulers. has shone forth. Happy he who after his allotted destiny. they enter free from the case on the sacred paths that lead to the palace of their Parent. and circles about the great Mind. who sing in songs of the mind the renown of the Creator. Albeit a God looking on mortal things is within it. after bitter earthly cares. and the wondrous flames of the blessed in existence burn brightly. One fountain-head. Arise. urgeth with light bound his footsteps to God. for where the profundity of the Father is. mounting on the glory of flame. Dark oblivion hath it drunk. another turns to the dances of angels. and is severed from its parentage. A blessed silence covers all beyond. in its blind tormenting cares. He who has given light to the dawn. A Above the eight rotations of star-borne worlds a stream bereft of stars drives onwards. which bends with wings down to the confines of the lordly universe.

There. Thou Voice. to Thee. drawing the world that is above even unto the extreme confines of matter. libations of poesy. Thee blessed Creator of a universe. now looking upon Mind. Thence a hero. Open the light of wisdom. Thee over islands. Lifting up my wing that turns away from far-reaching matter. I have advanced and come to Thy dwelling-place. but lifting a free pinion. past. rejoicing. Thou Male. Hymn 3: To the Father & Son A wake my soul. purified of passions. looking upwards the spheres. pour down the glorious plenty of a calm life. onslaughts of curling waves. which no godless blast of wind sullieth. may I dance in the ineffable rites of Thine offspring. mayest Thou rejoice greatly. Arm thou the mighty impulses of mind. give thyself unto sacred songs. Root of the universe. Thy witnesses are the beams of glittering stars. and Thou art the root of things present. ye gusts of swift winds. pour down its shining grace. Night brings me. the southern border. art Mother. released from desires. and the great ravine of desert Libya. All hail to Thee. Thou Silence. and soul-gnawing cares. of the evening. Thy minstrel. of the morning. All things hang upon Thy Will. Lend a propitious ear to the hymns of my choirs. For the King of gods we are weaving a crown. on mainlands. while these sacred hymns are offered up. Thou Female. of kings that existed not before thee. Mayest Thou rejoice greatly. Let the sea be still. to rage or to covert. to the end that the destiny of earth may not weigh down the wings of my soul. Now a suppliant I come to the crests of famous mountains. and again. lay to rest the stings that are born of matter. Centre of existing things. let air be still. in cities and on the craggy mountains. Be still. mouths of rivers. Thee whenever I rest the twain feet of my limbs on the far-famed plains. for it is with God that joy is found. Drive illness from my limbs. the sun. Thy bosom. Let earth and upper air be at peace. thence now a spirit sown as seed through the lands. who presideth over the pure stars. future and within. Thou art Father. be stilled. Drive poverty from our midst. O King. . may my soul casting off all these things that cause death. whenever it be lawful to cry this aloud. a suppliant. the courses of the moon. ceasing to grieve. nor is the foot-print graven thereon of men whose cares are of the town. Thee in the ocean. plucks therefrom the principle of beauty. of nature the fruitful Nature. Thee I invoke in song. a bloodless offering. where nature subsiding. outwellings of springs. has filled earthly destinies with life. Let silence hold the caverns of the universe.Near to their benign progenitors an ageless army of angels. with cunningly devised forms. the disorderly urge of the passions from my life. directeth the deep places of the universe. giveth birth to a horde of demons turbulent and full of guile. and I lift up to Thee hymns of the day-time. and the mighty witness. render the hymn that is due unto Thee with a pure tongue and a sanctified mind. O King. Monad of numbers immortal. the holy guardian of pure spirits. Age of ages. and the earthly calamity of wealth. And now even unto the sacred enclosure of the Holy Sacrifice am I come. All hail Thee.

Thou art the Unity of unities. and that Will Itself was then born. that is the seed of all things. Thou the Generated. from my works. May our heart's libations be a care to Thy august messengers. Thou art One being Three. Thou that which is hidden in Thine own beams. Shaper of the spirit. if beyond what is ordered. ineffable Parent. Root of roots. Already does the oracle echo in my mind. the root and the branch. at once Monad and Number. that is not Thine. Mind that were without substance at the beginning? Roof of the world. a nature unutterable. Mind and Intellect. falling from Thy pinnacle. Trinity. Thou the mind's source of intelligence. Mind hidden by Thine own bright rays. wise bearers to Thee of holy hymns. and the intelligible segment holds what has been divided still indivisible. both the knowable and what precedes it. Thou dost remain once delivered in the divisions undivided. far-famed Wisdom. Immortal higher than the gods. may it stay the blast of fitful winds and give thee back Thine own. Do Thou. the Creator of divine beings. Nourisher of the soul. Fountain of fountains. seeking thus to attain the unattainable. art Three being One. Father of all fathers. One prior to the One. Thou the Light that shineth. I touch upon that which is Thine. the being pre-existent to matter. Number of numbers. and the One before All. wise Certainty and wisdom's Fountain. but Mind. Thou wert poured out on the Son in Thy wisdom's Will. Unity. and nature in whatsoever is endowed with intelligence the female element and the male. O Blessed One. Eye of Thyself. Thou art the Generator. keep away from my soul these soul-devouring hounds. For Thou wert poured out. everywhere visible. I sing to Thee. he who clouds the soul. higher than intellects which thou turnest to one side of the other. Father of Thyself. I sing to Thee. Whose eye is so wise. and that winged serpent also. moving in harmony the while around Thy awful abyss. rejoicing in images and urging in his brood of whelps against my supplications. Master of the thunderbolt. to look upon the light that glitters in Thy untiring profundity. Son of Thyself. Blessed One. Origin of origins. whose so availing. but so outwelling. that Thou mightst beget a child. is fain to caress whatsoever is near to Thee. if beyond what is destined. Creator of the world. from my life. Be full of goodness unto me. One and All. of primal things. from my prayer. the demon of matter. For what is there. Thou the Illumined. that it blinketh not when checked by Thy shafts of light? Not even for gods it is lawful to gaze steadfastly on Thy flaming torches. O King. The One and All. to wit.Let the sinuous trend of serpents sink beneath the earth. Seed of existing things. O Father. Center of all things. The mind initiated in the mysteries says such and such things. . Thence plucking flowers of light to be hymns unto Thee. be full of goodness to me. Thou the Light. it fixes the strength of its eye upon the image that first showed itself. the One Self-contained and dispersed through all things. Thou what is revealed. Father. Father of the ages. and the One of All. and so relinquishing unapproachable ways. Fatherless Ancestor. Now am I borne back to the starting point of sacred poesy.

Behold now in Thy Libya. fruits. beasts and birds. art the Nature of natures. side by side with the famous pilots whom the chain angelic keeps pouring forth. in Thy august priesthood. By the Will of the Father Thou. O Father. Blessed One. that they sink not in the dark shades of matter. who in the world. hidden pathways. but Thou art Giver of light. they who about the world. But Thine Eye. one given up to holy prayers to Thee. drawn from Thy channels and rolling onwards. And out of living things of varied voices she creates one harmony in likeness of sound. His Will. With the Father He was revealed. Ineffable Offspring of a Father Ineffable. the starry intelligences sing Thy praises. And the illustrious race of heroes that goeth through the works of men. showing Thyself together with the Father by the Father's Will. O venerate the hidden ordering of intellectual things. has exited my mind with fiery . O King. seeds. That which has been wholly ordained to the assemblage of real existences shall never perish. the firmament. Who has controlled rashness in regard to unspeakable things? Godless are the audacities of blind mortals with cunningly devised language. for Thou. the birth-pang was through Thee. within and without the zones guide in their wisdom the fates of the cosmos. it is an act of purity to praise. pierces matter. nor did long ages comprehend the tedious birth. Father of the ages. Father of the Universe. even the dawn and the night. protectors they. all bodies. urgest on with favoring breezes. cherished by Thy breath. and they who govern the world. made fruitful with hymns to Thee. the ether.It is against divine law to say that a second one has come from Thee. Thou cherishest Nature. and shoals of the swimming finny creatures. Blessed One. embellish them. the snows. And the soul at once steadfast and bent down to the darkgleaming corners of the earth (sing praises). Creator of the gods. the image of the eternal monad. Thee. they of the glittering eyes. herbs. places choirs to Thee throughout all things: so doth maternal Nature in her proper colors. of the generating and the generated. They who have knowledge praise Thee. the lightnings. it is against it to say that a third has come from the first. Even deepeddying Time knoweth not the inevitable procreations. Leader of immaculate universes. (sing praises). For it was not the divine law that the less of the universe should contend with the summits. one from another and each through each. the light of intellect. Of perishable things an eternal circle. and through the birth-pang Thou didst Thyself appear. The whole race of the blessed sing to Thee. but all find their happiness. works of mortal mold. and the roots of the soil. Thou art the boundary of natural forces. art ever of Thyself beside the Father. Thee blessed Nature hymns aloud. O holy Birth. and now my heart. a soul feeble and exhausted. birth of mortals. but whom a cloud of matter besets. water air. roots. He that had been for all eternity One that was to come into being. All things bring to Thee ageless praise. the plants and the grasses. and the offspring of Nature which Thou. as the glorious mass moves rhythmically around them. in her proper works. and dost bear aloft the minds of holy men away from crooked deceit. all spirits. but there is some medial element that may not be distributed. O unspeakable generation. that even the lowest portion of the universe may be allotted an alternative lot.

Thou. And as many temples as were built for Thy holy ceremonies. and for the soul that has suffered grievous things. Give this as a symbol of the sacred way to Thee. that may render me without leisure for the things divine. Fountain of pure wisdom. to acquit myself of a vow I made to Thee. Father. watering the ground with the dew of my eyelids. so that I may have no time for the things of God. Chase from my life and from my prayer the deadly . granting to my works a repose from long labors. the Ageless. Springing forth from Thee. and my couch was moistened with the dropping of tears from my eyelids weeping from night to night. I supplicated gods that labor. Leader of unsullied worlds. preserve all these gains for the Libyans for a long roll of time. nourish me. O Ruler of the great universe. for both these weigh down the soul to the earth. O Blessed One. O King. O King. And labors I endured. He remains within Thee. kindle in my mind a flame of intellect out of Thy bosom. O King. by Thy gifts. may I weave for thee this garland from the sacred meadows. and direct the feet of a rugged world. even as many as hold the fruitful plain of Thrace. they have engaged in many labours with me. nor let grim poverty attack my house and draw down to earth the meditations of my heart. I bring to Thee this praise. kindle the uplifting beams. that He may explore all things with subtle breathings. and one according to my desire. Give moreover to Thy suppliant a life free from harm. that. and to Thy wise Son. The blessed ones have indeed taken to them my supplications. a sweet ending to my labors didst Thou find me. sustainest the force of my limbs. that the Maker of the universe keeps evil destinies from His own works? I come. for the sake of the memory of Thy great goodness. The earth was watered with the sweat of my limbs that toiled in the contest day by day. whom Thou has sent forth from Thy sacred bosom together with wisdom itself. and grant. nor be involved in such cares. O King. I prayed. has lifted it from out its sorrows. even Thine own seal. I Blessed One. and those who on the other side rule the Chalcedonian pastures. Father. And why should it be a thing to wonder at. deliver me from sufferings. grant Thy servant a life of the intellect. Do Thou. but rather fleeing from these. But as long as I remain in the chains of a life that has commerce with matter. He the Accomplisher of good deeds. to all these I repaired. Do Thou. fleeing the body. but Thou. O Ruler of the universe. griefs I endured meet for many tears. Thou offerest not Thy help. May it not blow adversely. that He may rule the profundities of hoary ages. that He may release living mortals from their labors. whom Thou. even from Thrace. the Chaser away of distress. and both bring forgetfulness of mind. from their cares. O Blessed One. (the soul) may ne'er again descend to an earthly doom. Adjudge me not earthly showers of gold.impulses. My life was not at that time dear to me because my fatherland was so tormented. deliver me from cares that bring death. that I might not find my journey vain. to be Thy sacred ministers. consuming my life with grim cares of the mind. There prostate. a suppliant. has crowned with Thy annunciating beams. may a gentle destiny. even unto the last depth of what belongeth to earthly destiny. O King. deliver me from diseases. his light shining in pious hearts. bearing on my shoulders my mother-city. whensoever. where for three years I dwelt in a way near to the king's palace in that land. O King. Thou didst breathe strength into my wretched soul. illumine our heart out of Thy strength with a gleam of wisdom. when my soul was already failing and my members already breaking up.

and through soul hast down mind in the body. . and the tumult of the earth Grant. there is still some strength in the ball of the eye hidden within me. and guard in my safety my spirit unpolluted. Verily this law of earthly necessity pours out a life to mortals from two sources. And of the works written in fire give me. that they should open wide to me the gates of light. I repent me of this life of clay. But a great wave hath broken over me from above. blinding the soul that seeth God. and that while still creeping upon the vain earth. Take pity on thine handmaiden. O Father. But Thou hast deposited soul in the cosmos. until it fell upon envy as its portion. it has not yet extinguished all its might. fruit as a witness. nor the fated spinning of Necessity yet makes me recoil. O King. eyesores of godless mortals. I have known the fate of Epimetheus. Matter fettered me with magic arts. sure utterances. instead of living as a hireling. in its great cowardice. Release me from evils.demons of matter. dominations of cities! Hence all-sweetened destinies of perdition. to touch the sweet viands. I became a bondslave. Thy suppliant handmaiden. For all that. Thither I spread my wings in flight from the twin gifts of matter. I have fallen into the snare. O Father. where nature advanceth not her hand. I have touched the lands of evil things. I carry in me Thy seed. who throughout the depths of the august universe are keybearers to the fiery ascents. kindle the lights that lead upwards. from illness. But do Thou. Thou my purifier. O Blessed One. I have been inebriated with the sweet cup. For debauched matter has twain parts. Enthrone me. whence nor earth. Hence. a terror to hostile demons. do Thou light the gleam and the beacon by augmenting the scanty seed in the noblest part of my mind. the spark of high-born Mind. when the hostile elements drag him down with them. May false generation leave Thy servant in flight! Let fire be between me. oblivion of its own good. the soul which drank. will in sooth greatly lament his bitter lot. in the strength of the life-bringing life. when ofttimes she strives to ascend by the paths of mind to thee. and I hasten to my Father's carefree meadow. grant unto Thy minister now to spread his wings of Mind. and as many tokens as cherish the hope immortal of souls. and let this be a sign to Thy pure ministers. O King. and whoso stretches out his hand to the table. by earthly chains. In sooth I carry on me already the darkling stain of Matter. O Creator. O Father. Pity. who dart aloft from deep lurking places of the earth to breathe godless impulses upon mortals. preserve my body safe and sound from the approach of spiteful violence. So I hate inconstant laws. but a spark falling down to the depths of matter. But Thou art my liberator. and grace that is no grace. Now at last let the suppliant soul bear the seal of the Father. even here. whom longing for devouring matter strangles. a god or things divine. I may not be of its soil. and the one is unmixed and is pure good. from fetters. O King. wherewith the beguiled soul is held fast in bondage to earth. I descended from Thee to be a servant of earth. and I am held fast by desires.

whence a divine breath ever distilling. let the air be at peace. Father of unspeakable words of Mind. O Blessed One. Lord of the universe. Healer of limbs. a life which earthly care. Let the daemons now flee from my pure prayer. for as many things as Thou hearest of the voice. and let earth be silent. to Thee when it declineth. but as long as I remain in the chains of a material life. nurture me! Hymn 4: To the Supreme Being T o Thee I sing. that mingled with the light I sink not again into an earthly destiny. to Thee. to Thee while it waxeth. striving towards the ascents by mind. they that delighting in the realm of darkness and haunting the tombs. it now kindleth a second universe. Behold Thy suppliant. Creator. Blessed One. Star of stars. Unity of units. I sing to. let the ether be at peace. Grant to me to escape the destiny of the body and to spring swiftly even to Thy courts. Cut Thou the knot. and benignly let them bear my prayers on high. that in song I may tell of the hidden root of all things. mother of griefs. O King. profound Beauty. but the good. and I sing unto Thee alike with silence. Healer of souls. may a kindly fortune. loose Thou the grip of the twin desires by which artful Nature bends down souls to the earth. O Father. cared for by Thee. impede holy songs. mother of sufferings. to Thy bosom. Giver of wisdom. the Good of good things. Thee. floating over the masses of body. whence floweth forth the fountain of the soul. Let all that the universe possesses keep sacred silence. and do Thou kindle. Father of fathers. the song of birds. Giver to souls of a life free from trouble. May my life remain to me purified of these. Grant. I sing to with my voice. nor be turned away from God by delusions that lead astray.Behold me. Grant me to mingle with ancestral light. the rustling of trees. A heavenly drop I am shed upon the earth. O Father. to Thee when it toucheth the meridian. Blessed One. Father of ages. as many as occupy the depths and heights of the universe. Idea of ideas. a wanderer who comes and goes. Thee. Thou hearest also of the silence of the mind. let those hear benignly the hymns that are of the Father. I may with the kingly choir bear aloft in sanctity the songs of mind. when the sacred day beginneth. a soul upon the earth. the happy servants of the allunderstanding Creator. Let the whistling winds be still. Thou who dost order the mind's life. and when cometh wondrous night. . the Father. the lights that lead aloft. hidden Seed. giving unto me light wings. Do thou restore me to that fountain whence I was poured forth. listening to the strain. while hymns and prayers are addressed to Thee. for they are Thy works. and let the gushing waters be noiseless now throughout the earth. Banisher of diseases. trampleth not under foot. Universe of universes. And grant that.

and the lowest nature. through trackless worlds of mind. first to leap forward from out the primal Root. delivered of the secret Root. on the earth and in the world below. and the Root of all things that came after Thy illustrious birth. Center of the Creator. together with the great Father. Mother. the Seed of all things.And I sing to the Offspring. most renowned Offspring. descended from God. the Holy Spirit. for Thou. but the Son. bringing down to the worlds the beatitude of life. as many as have quaffed the showers of Mind's destiny. holdest together unbroken the course of ages. Thou art the Master of Mind. the hidden unity. For Thee an ageless sphere rolls its untroubled course. that very outpouring found a shoot. and the many lights of the universe adorn the one dome of the sky by Thy Will. Blessed One. Under Thy direction the seven planets dance in harmony in the powerful revolutions of the great vault. as to morals also. Thou dost apportion their tasks in the heavens and the air. Blessed One. in unison with the great Father. Trinity withal. and a Trinity in very truth Thou art. and as many things as are deprived of all breath pluck from Thy bosom a bond of union. hath begotten Thee. Unity that dost endure. and the travail of the Father over Thee. without. and in the renowned outpouring of an immortal Father. the Father's business. art the Word of the Creator. For in order that the Father might be poured out upon the Son. the First-appearing. Thou art Unity. and Thou allottest unto them their life. the medial. A blind offspring of soul hangs from Thy chain. the medial Beginning. that Counsel of generation. The Mind of the ineffable Father brings Thee to birth. for Thou art in all things. Thee. and Thou. and art tireless in nature. and stood in the midst. in a Son who was God. whence the Word Himself has it. and under thy sacred ordinances. And ineffable Unity. Sister. remains with the Father and yet conducts. the First-born. in the cavities of the unsoundable ether. enjoy the good gifts of the generative life from God the Father. so conceived. found a shoot. and Daughter to Thyself. whence the stream of life flowing onwards is carried off by Thy power even unto the earth. . and through Thee the highest. God. Thou art the Giver of Soul to those whose life is dependent on the soul. though he hath leaped forth. carried by Thy power from the ineffable Fatherly Bosom. Center again of the Son. I hymn. the Seed of all things. dwells the company of gleaming stars. and to the gods their Ordainer. This Word I hymn. And the intellectual division retains still undivided that which is partitioned. Most glorious Offspring of the ineffable Father. running round about the heavenly deep. the Son.

a descending stream of blessings. a sacred messenger of sacred power. Hymn 5: A Song of Praise L et us sing to the Son of the Bride. let him leave me. Let the demon remain outside of my body. that. and herds do graze. and this ineffable Offspring knows the Root of the ages. the light of Mind. Father unknowable. Unknowable to Mind. The sacred travail of a Bride revealed the form of Man. Unutterable in speech. the Nature of natures. a partner. and Thou art Thyself the Saviour of men. the purveyor of what good things are born in the universe. a Son who is the perceptible impression of Mind. and chase way the shameless hound of the netherworld. from my soul. from my prayer. born through thy will. having broken through murky matter. I bend the knee before Thee. who violateth the aspirations that seek God. the Fashioner of the spheres of famous stars. Thou art the Mind of minds. on a suppliant soul. a servant. and of all that is mine.receives it. chase away cares that gnaw the soul. Lo. do Thou call. I cast myself upon the ground. a life purified of matter. the guardian of that matter which comes into being and perishes.Thence the visible cosmos. from my works. the form of the world of mind. of my spirit. do Thou lift up from matter a suppliant soul. the Founder of the centers of the earth. a dispenser of noble gifts. the ray that has shone along with the Father. Let him flee. O Blessed One. And bring my to my soul oblivion of its passions. a guard over deeds. a friend. The ineffable designs of the Father produced the birth of Christ. the demon of matter. a guard of my life. the Giver of light. but do Thou. chase away diseases. a guard over prayers. the power of sufferings. who builds his fortress wall against the path that leadeth above. the Soul of souls. and give me a companion. . O King. Thou Thyself art the Light from the Fountain-head. even unto thy courts and unto thy Bosom whence outdwelleth the fountain of the soul. And do Thou extend to me thy Hand. For Thee also are fruits begotten. to the end too that I may complete the life that comes with destiny after the chains that weighs us down to the earth. the progenitor with shining eyes of a later shining light. 'Tis Thou Who art the Founder of the universe. the demon of earth. a guard of my soul. a blind suppliant. Father ineffable. most august Offspring. from my life. that the soul's winged flight may also enrich the earth-nourished life with hymns of Thee. For Thee the Titan drives his horses. take pity. Blessed One. and one to save the body purified of disease to save the spirit purified of shame. who came bringing a fountain of light to mortals. dost shine in pious souls. This (visible cosmos) had a second sun. for Thee the horned moon dissipates the shades of night. a messenger of prayer illumined by the divine light. the unquenchable source of morning. the Bride not wedded for destined wedlock with man.

One Offspring that leapt forth from the Father. Whom the indescribable birthpang of the Fatherly Will has made manifest. Center of the Son and of the Father. Form of the Father. releasing mortals from the necessities of death. a fugitive from the sufferings of earth. Strength of the Son. Thou art the hidden Seed of the Father. even such as may become the traditions of Cyrene and Sparta. I lull to rest. and in singing the might of the Father. hail. fixed in the medial. and ever leadest to their pasturage the flock of stars. Hymn 6: To Christ I n union with the Holy Self-engendered Fountain that surpasseth the unspeakable unities. O King. and the Spirit that shareth throne midway between the Root and the Branch. Thou guidest the wise vault of heaven. Thou fillest with nourishment the interlaced roots of the universe. To Thee. Thou rulest. Thou returnest to its fountain-head what was already been bestowed. the wisdom of the Father's Mind. and Thou dost dance around perishable nature. Mayest Thou achieve such an unstained life to Thy Root. the glorious Son of the eternal God. has been revealed Mind. draw to itself a gentle nourishing light. hail. Hail. Grant persuasiveness to my word and glory to my deeds. I will crown with wise garlands of hymns. and. the birth-pang which has displayed the fruits of the Father's begetting. hail. the glorious travail of my soul. and may my soul. to water the wings of my soul. so that escaping from matter I may hasten on the unchanging paths. hail. untrodden by grief. A Son out of His unknowable Bosom. the splendor of His beauty. for the Father gave Thee to universes as their beginning. hail. that forms might be brought down to material bodies from the entities of Mind. Breath undefiled. Beauty of the Father. in bringing them to light. straining a pair of eyes upon Thy Light. Take pity upon Thy daughter imprisoned in mortal limbs and the material limits of destiny. the choir angelic and the company of the spirits. Preserve Thou the force of my limbs unscathed from the ravage of disease. Out of Thy profundities have blossomed forth light and mind and soul. poured round about. And so there remain in the Fountain. Seal of the Father.Sending out from Thy ineffable source a light-giving splendor. the Engendered. mayst Thou send to me with the Father the mistress of divine gifts. the greatest glory of the Father. Source of the Son. . God. to mingle with the Fountain-head of the soul. hail. with hymns to Thee. the Father has granted to engender. Throne of the Son.

what manner of infant had been born. or nether shade or king. and accept my strain of sacred melody. bring Thou a brilliant year even to the joy of my old age. O King. And mayst Thou preserve my brother [Euoptius] to me. whom e'en now in his youth. and grant calm life to a poet of hymns. I bring gold to my Kin. save my harmless life. What time Thou wert poured forth on the earth. Thou has purified the land. a God to heavenly beings. and dry up the destructive billows of matter. spread abroad my good fame amongst the peoples. Who hath given birth to the ages. being God. illustrious Offspring of the Virgin. God. His grave will befit the myrrh. the waves of the sea. We shall sing of the imperishable God. Jesus of Solyma. Blessed Immortal [Christ]. and accept my strains of sacred songs. Stay Thou the changing mouth of the channels. Calm the fatal onslaught of passion. and that I may not groan under earthly cares. the boundless wisdom. I will lift up a clear song on my ivory-laid lyre. Offspring Illustrious of the Virgin [Mary]. bring Thy gifts. receive Thou the incense. Hymn 7: Christmas was the first to find the measure established in new harmonies wherewith to smite the strings of the lyre in praise of Thee. that my mind may calmly gather leisure. a curse to those of the underworld. to Hades. but from Thy lofty channels through the birth-passage of wisdom may I inundate my mind. and do Thou. the nature mingled of all things. augmenting previous wisdom with health. the great Son of God. give renowned glory to my deeds. Hymn 8: To Christ. Make Thy light to shine in my heart from out Thy source of Mind. who might be this God concealed. adorn me with the fairest garland of gently-worded persuasion. presents of gold. in Thy honor. Be propitious. Keep disease far from my mind and limbs. O Immortal One. offerings of myrrh. God Thou art. and he wondered from the rising star. But be propitious. O Ruler. Come. fine perfume of frankincense. even out of a mortal womb. Blessed One Immortal.Be propitious to these garlands of songs to Thee. the swift outflow of air. O King. Apportion to my youth the strength of sound limbs and to my actions renown. and the paths of the demons. to the assistance of the dead. when already passing on foot beyond the portals of this I I . keep off from me the dooms of poverty and of riches alike. Thou wert sent. Requesting a Blessed Life n a somewhat Dorian cadence. the world-creating Son of the Father. Thou didst bring back. granting me night and day alike inaccessible to griefs. the inventive art of the Magus was helpless. and the recesses of the internal regions.

where there is neither deep-flowing time that draggeth with untiring foot the offspring of the earth. O Blessed One. To Thee I sing. drew back from the threshold. but an age born of the distant past. led the way. Preserve Thou my sister [Stratonice]. sojourner of a day. May she maintain a holy couch. the shepherd of the gods of night. keep Thou from illness and harm. that wearest the crown. my tears. Preserve my wife in ignorance of clandestine associates.[1] All the house of the sons of Hesychius do Thou hide under Thy hand. the messenger of day. delivering choirs of righteous souls from their woes. for Thy supplicant's sake. The boundless races of demons throughout the air trembled at Thy ascent. blended upon the seven-stringed lyre a hymn of victory to Thy might. didst leap over the black of the azure sky. from the garden of the Father. and grant me to raise hymns with the choirs of the holy. and the partner of my marriage bed. dost raise. O Father. and ether laughing. The ambrosial choir of the stars immaculate was seized with awe. O King. and to Thy supreme power. . my griefs. Mind. I sing. Thou didst descend even to the earth. to Thee. is to the gods the guardian of their eternal mansion. in winged flight. the heaven that is kept secret. And then shuddered at Thee the aged ancient Hades. with unpolluted bands. pious. unsullied. Titan spread out his far-flaming hair under the ineffable track. I will chant my hymns again. the star of Cytherea. Thou didst extinguish then my cares. and recognized the Offspring of God. Blessed One. The moon filling with a stream of fire its horned light. bearing a mortal body. of one mind with me. and didst go down beneath to Tartarus. old and yet withal ever young. Thou didst make even a dead body to live. freed from the fetters of earthly life. and a pair of children. Illustrious Father that wearest the crown. though ageless itself. Take Thou my soul away from evils and from the piteous anguish. I shall attune this unstained lyre to Thee. nor the shameless destinies of matter's billowy depths. To Thee I sing. Son of the Virgin of Solyma. even the serpent who offered the abjured fruit. I will sing a song to Thee again. wise father of in honor of Thy Father. Son of the Virgin of Solyma. united to me. inaccessible to unlawful desires. and golden Hesperus. the Artificer of all that is best. Thou has expelled the serpent of the earth. and the burning fire of my heart. perchance. where death reigned over nations of souls in thousands. Hymn 9: Easter M ost beloved august Offspring of the Virgin of Solyma. hymns to the Father. O King. the devourer of man. nourisher of troublous destiny. and Thou. But Thou. and the origin of his own flame. and his hound. and again. Illustrious Father. that fountain-head of treachery. to the primal youth. The harbinger of dawn smiled. wherein is the fountain of good things. and didst take Thy place amongst the inviolate spheres of the Mind.

by destiny a sinner. the Healer of bodies. that appearing there I may sing a song to the Healer of souls. Grant me. remember Thy servant. together with the mighty Father and the Holy Spirit. who writeth these words. to behold Thy divine light. Son of God who reigneth above. O Saviour Jesus. which are implanted in me. and grant my release from passions that bring death.Hymn 10: To Christ O Christ. a sullied soul. .

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