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Come, my soul,
Throw yourself
Into holy hymns
And put to sleep
The prick of passions
Born of the body.
Arm the powerful
Drives of the mind.
For the King of the gods
We weave a wreath,
10 A bloodless sacrifice,
A libation of verse.
You in the sea,
You above the isles,
You in the country
And in the cities,
In the rocky mountains
And over the famous,
When in the fields
I set the twin
20 Flats of my feet,
You, blessed one, I sing,
Creator of the cosmos.
The night leads me to you,
Your sacred singer, my King.
To you daily,
To you at dawn,
To you at vespers
I bring my songs.
The beams of the brilliant
30 Stars bear witness,
The courses of the moon,
And great is the witness
Of the sun, governor
Of the blessed stars,
Sacred treasurer
Of holy souls.
Turned
To your halls,
To the folds of your robe,
40 Away from extended matter,
I raise my wings
And rejoice to come
To your approach.
Now to the holy
Shrine of sacred
Initiation
50 In supplication I come.
Now to the great
Desert valley
Of Libya I come,
The southern border,
Which no godless
Spirit defiles
And no step of men
With cares of the city
Inscribes,
60 Where your soul,
Purified of passions,
Freed from desire,
Desists from labors,
Ceases from weeping,
From anger and dispute
(which are born of the heart)
Shakes them off,
And with purified tongue
And holy thought
70 Gives the hymn
Owed in return.
Silence now,
Ether and earth!
Let the sea stand still.
Let the air stand still.
Desist, spotty
Gusts of winds.
Cease, blasts
Of rolling waves,
80 Rushing rivers,
Waterfalls.
Let silence seize
The hollow cosmos
While I offer
My holy hymns
In sacrifice.
Let the slithering serpents
Sink underground,
And let the winged dragon
Sink underground,
90 The demon of matter
Cloud of the soul,
Who takes joy in idols,
Who shouts out orders
With the prayers of a puppy.
You, Father, you, blessed one,
You who consumes my soul
Ward off the dogs
Far from my soul,
From my prayer,
100 From my life,
From my works.
But let our
Libation of the heart
Occupy your
Most honored ministers,
The wise ferrymen
Of sacred songs.
Now I am borne
To the starting line
110 of sacred song.
Now resounds
A voice about my mind.
Blessed one, favor me.
Father, favor me
If beyond the cosmetics,
If beyond measure
I touch your truth.
Whose eye is so wise,
Whose eye is so great,
120 That when stopped
By your thunderbolts
It will not close?
To look intently
Upon your fires
Is illegal even for gods.
The mind falls
From your watchtower
But fawns on what is close.
Attempting
130 To reach the unreachable,
To gaze at the radiance
Sparkling
In the unresting depth,
Departing the untrodden,
It fixes the strength
Of its eye on the Form
That first appears.
From your songs
It plucks
140 Flowers of light,
To halt the blast
Of the boundless winds,
To return what is yours to you.
For what is not yours, King?
Of all fathers
The Father, the Father himself,
Before-Father, Without-Father,
Son of yourself.
Unity before unity,
150 Seed of beings,
Center of all things,
Mind before substance,
Root of the cosmos,
Light that illuminates
The first-born beings,
Reality of wisdom,
Spring of wisdom,
Mind hidden
By its own radiance,
Eye of yourself,
Master of hurricanes,
Parent of eternity,
Life of eternity,
Beyond gods,
Beyond intellects,
Bestower to others,
Mind who begets minds,
Conductor of gods,
Creator of spirits,
170 And sustainer of souls.
Spring of springs,
Principle of principles,
Root of roots,
You are monad of monads,
Number of numbers,
Monad and number,
Intellect and intellectual,
Both the intelligible
And before intelligible,
180 One and all,
One but all,
And one before all,
Seed of all,
Root and shoot,
Nature of intellectuals,
Female and male,
And mystic mind
Says both this and that
While dancing about
190 The ineffable depth.
You are begetter,
You are begotten,
You are illuminator,
You are illuminated,
You are seen,
You are hidden
By your own radiance.
One and all,
One in and of itself
200 And throughout all.
For you emanate,
Ineffable Father,
To beget the Son,
Glorious wisdom,
Demiurge.
You emanate but remain
In indivisible divisions
Midwifing.
I sing you, Monad.
210 I sing you, Triad.
You are monad yet triad.
You are triad yet monad.
Intellectual division
Contains the distinct
Still undistinguished.
You emanate into the Son
By the will of wisdom.
But the will itself
Blooms mediating
220 Nature unutterable,
Being something before being.
It is not lawful to say
What follows from you.
It is not lawful to say
What is third from the first.
Sacred throes,
Ineffable offspring.
You are the limit of natures,
Of begetter
230 And begotten.
I revere the secret
Order of intellectuals,
Which mediates
But does not emanate.
Unutterable offspring
Of the Father unutterable,
The throes are thanks to you,
And thanks to the throes
You become manifest yourself,
240 Appearing at once with the Father,
By the will of the Father.
You are always the will
By the side of the Father.
Not even deep-flowing
Time knows your
Ineffable offspring.
Nor does the ancient
Age know your
Unwound son.
250 At once with the Father he appears,
Forever born,
Who will be born.
Who in unspeakable matters
Manages the boldness
Of blind mortals,
The godless boldness
Of crafty tongues?
But you are the giver of light,
The light of the mind.
260 From twisted deception
You protect the hearts
Of holy mortals,
From drowning
In shady matter.
You, Father of worlds,
Father of ages,
Creator of gods yourself,
It is pious to praise.
You the intellectuals
270 Sing, King!
You guides of the world
With luminous eyes sing,
Stellar intellects
Sing, blessed one,
Around whom a glorious
Body dances.
Every generation
Of the blessed sings you,
Those around the cosmos,
280 Those within the cosmos,
Those in the zones,
And those outside the zones.
Wise watchmen
Attend
The lots of the cosmos,
Some beside the glorious
Helmsmen,
Whom the angelic
Chain emanates;
290 Also the illustrious
Race of heroes,
Which passes through
The works of mortals,
Mortal works,
By secret ways;
And the soul unbending
And declining
Into the mass of earth.
300 You blessed nature
And the offspring of nature
Sing, blessed one,
Whom you follow
With fruitful breezes,
From your channels
Sweeping down
And rolling forward.
For you are the leader
Of immaculate worlds,
You are the nature of natures.
You warm nature,
The origin of mortals,
The image
Of the everlasting.
Hence even the lowest
Region in the cosmos
Receives the lot
Of life in alternation.
For it was not right
320 That the lees of the cosmos
Contend with the peaks,
And the general arrangement
Of the chorus of beings
Will perish no more.
But all things benefit,
One from another
And through each other,
From those that perish.
The eternal cycle
330 By your winds
Is kindled again
And raises dances
To you throughout all.
Mother nature,
By her own colors,
By her own works,
Is craftily fashioned.
But from animals
Of varied speech
340 She produces one
Concordant harmony.
To you all things bear
Unaging praise:
Morning and night
Lightning, snowstorms,
Heaven, ether,
And the roots of earth,
Water, air,
All bodies,
350 All spirits,
Seeds, fruits,
Plants and grasses,
Roots, fodder,
Beasts and birds
And schools of children
That swim the sea.
Behold, even the soul
Of little might,
Of little power
360 In your Libya,
In your sacred
Rites
Cares
For holy prayers.
A material cloud
Attends it,
But your eye, Father,
Breaks the matter.
Now my heart
370 Waxing fat
With your hymns
Sharpens the wit
With a drive of fire.
But you, King, light
The anagogic light.
Grant, Father, that
Fleeing the body
My soul not sink
Into blind earth.
380 So long as I remain
In the chains
Of the material life,
May a gentle fortune,
Blessed one, feed me.
May headwinds
Not blow, eating
The life of the mind
With troubling cares,
390 Lest I not be free
For the things of God
But wallow
In such things.
Fleeing thence
To your gifts,
From sacred meadows
I weave this crown for you.
To you I offer this song
Of Linus, O leader
400 Of immaculate worlds,
And to the Son of wisdom
With wisdom itself.
You emanate the Son
From the ineffable folds
Of your robe.
In you he remains
From you he springs
So the winds of wisdom
May follow all things.
He crosses the depth
410 Of the ancient ages.
He crosses the flats
Of the craggy cosmos
All the way to the lowest
Bottom of beings,
The lot of the earth,
And shines
In the souls of the holy.
He frees from the labors
And cares
420 Of living mortals,
The lord of goods
Driver of distress.
What is the wonder if God,
Creator of the cosmos,
Wards off ruin
From his own works?
For this I come
To pay you back,
Lord of the great cosmos,
430 A debt from Thrace,
Where three years
I lived in the district
By the king’s court,
The house of the earth.
I suffered labors,
I suffered distress
Long wept,
Bearing on my shoulders
My mother fatherland.
440 I sprinkled the earth
With the sweat of my limbs
Wrestling
Day after day.
I sprinkled my bed
With the trickling tears
Of weeping eyes,
Night after night,
However many temples
Were built, King.
450 For your sacred
Rites
I went everywhere.
A suppliant on my face,
I wet the floor
With the beads on my brows,
So no empty road
Meet me.
I supplicated gods,
Ministers as many
As possess the fertile
460 Plain of Thrace,
And those on the opposite coast
In Chalcedon
Attend the lands
That you crowned,
King, with angelic
Radiance, your
Sacred ministers.
With me the blessed men
470 Took up prayers,
With me they took up
Many toils.
My life was not
Then pleasant
Because of my fatherland
Mistreated,
Which you raised, King,
From distress,
You yourself eternal
480 Lord of the cosmos.
Already my soul
Is wearing out,
Already my limbs
Are wasting away.
You support my
Bodily strength.
You breath power
Into my suffering soul.
490 I have found a sweet
End of toils
In my spirit
For my work, King,
Giving pause
To my long labor.
You, blessed one,
Save all in Libya
For the long
Thread of time,
For its remembrance
500 Of your beneficence,
For its soul
That has suffered terribly.
Grant your suppliant
A safe life.
Deliver me from toils,
Deliver me from illness,
Deliver me from cares
That lead to death.
Allow your servant
510 A life of the mind.
Do not reserve, my King,
Showers of earthly
Wealth for me,
So I have no time
For the things of God.
May the lowered
Eyes of poverty
Not haunt my house
And draw my thoughts
520 Down to the ground.
Both weigh
The soul to the earth.
Both make
The mind forget
Where you, blessed one,
Send strength.
Yes, Father, font
Of holy wisdom,
Shine on my heart
530 From the folds
Of your robes
With intellectual light.
Strike my heart
With the bolt of wisdom
From your force.
Give me a sign,
A sacred way to you,
Your seal,
And drive from my life
540 And from my prayer
The demon of matter
That leads to death.
Keep my body
Sound, undefiled
By hateful disgrace,
And keep my spirit
Unpolluted, King.
I certainly now
Bear the dark
550 Stain of matter.
I am clutched by the passions,
Chains of the earth.
But you are savior,
You are purifier.
Deliver me from evils,
Deliver me from illness,
Deliver me from fetters.
I bear your seed,
The spark
560 Of a well-born mind
Laid low
In the depth of matter.
For you put
My soul in the cosmos,
And through my soul
You sowed, King,
My mind in body.
Pity, blessed one,
Your daughter.
570 I descended from you
To serve the earth as serf.
But instead of serf
I have become a slave.
Matter has chained me
With the arts of magic.
Yet in me still
Lies a certain small power,
A secret eye.
It has not yet lost
580 All its strength.
A great wave
Has poured down from above,
Blinding
My vision of God.
Pity, Father,
Your suppliant daughter,
Whom many times now,
Starting up
The ascents of the mind,
590 The desire for gluttonous
Matter choked.
But you, King, illuminate
The anagogic ways of light.
Kindle the flame
And fire.
Grow the little
Seed in the flower
Of my mind.
Seat me, Father,
600 In the force of your life-
Giving light,
Where nature does not
Lay a hand,
Where the earth is no more,
And spinning
Fate does not
Bring necessity back.
Let the source of deception
Leave, let it flee
610 Your servant.
Between me, Father,
And the turmoil of the earth
May your fire intervene.
Allow, Father,
Allow your minister
Already to spread
The wings of his mind.
Let my suppliant soul
Already bear
620 The Father’s seal,
A terror to enemy
Demons, who spring
Up from secret
Hollows
And inspire mortals
With godless desires;
A token to your
Sacred servants,
630 Who in the depths
Of the glorious cosmos
Bear the keys
Of the ascents of fire,
So they open to me
The gates of light.
Though I still creep
Upon the empty earth,
May I not be of the earth,
But even here grant
640 That your fruit bear witness
To your works of fire
With the voices of truth
And whatever warms
The hope for immortality
In souls.
As for me, I am concerned
With life on earth.
Away, spirits
Of godless worries
And the power of states.
650 Away, all
Sweet distraction
And grace without grace,
By which the earth
Holds the soul
Enthralled
With flattery.
Deeply miserable,
The soul drank the Lethe
Of its proper goods
Until it fell into
660 An envious lot.
For pandering matter
Possesses twin lots.
One person reaches
For the table
And touches sweet treats.
He will weep deeply
His bitter lot
When their opposites
Soon draw him along.
670 This law of earthly
Necessity fills
The life of mortals
From two wine jars.
The one is pure
And unmixed good,
God or the things of God.
Drunk with the sweet
Cup, I touched
The rim of evils,
680 I fell in the spring,
I knew the illusion
Of Epimetheus.
I hate wishy
Washy laws.
Hastening to the care-
Free meadow of the Father,
I stretch my fleeing
Feet, fleeing the twin
690 Gifts of matter.
See me, Dispenser
Of intellectual life.
See your suppliant
Soul on earth
Start up
The intellectual ascents.
But you, King, illuminate
The ascending ways of light
And grant me light wings.
700 Cut the rope,
Loosen the bond
Of the twin passions,
By which wily
Nature bends souls
Back to earth.
Permit me to flee
The illusion of the body,
To leap quickly
To your halls,
710 To the folds
Of your robe,
Where the spring
Of the soul flows forth.
The stream of heaven
Has poured down on the earth.
Give me to the spring
Whence I emanated,
An exile, a wanderer.
Permit me to mingle
With the first-born light.
720 Permit me beneath you,
Father, to offer,
Together with the King’s chorus,
A pious presentation
Of my intellectual hymns.
Permit me, Father,
To mingle with your light,
No more to sink
Into the blindness of the earth.
So long as I remain
730 In the chains
Of material life,
May I be fed, Blessed one,
By a gentle fortune.
Μετὰ παγᾶς ἁγίας αὐτολοχεύτου Una cum fonte sancto per se fecundo
Ἀρρήτων ἑνοτήτων ἐπέκεινα, Ineffabiles unitates supra,
Θεὸν ἀμβρότου Θεοῦ κύδιμον Υἷα, Deum immortalis Dei clarissimum Filium
Μόνον ἐκ μόνου Πατρὸς Παῖδα θορόντα Solum ex Patre Filium prognatum
Στεφανώσω σοφοῖς ἄνθεσιν ὕμνων, Coronabo odoratis floribus carminum.
Ὃν βουλᾶς πατρικᾶς ἄφραστος ὠδὶς Quem consilii paterni ineffabilis partus
Ἀγνώστων ἀνέδειξε Παῖδα κόλπων, Ex abdito ostendit Filium sinu,
Ἃ Πατρὸς λοχίους ἔφηνε καρποὺς, Qui Patris Abditos in lucem edidit fructus
Καὶ φήνασα φάνη μεσσοπαγεῖς νοῦς. Et illustrare visus est defixas in terram animas
Σοὶ τεχθέντι Πατὴρ ἔνευσε τίκτειν, Tibi parto Pater annuit ut parias.
Σὺ τὸ κρυπτὸν εἶ Πατρὸς σπέρμα. Tu abditum es Patris semen :
Σὲ γὰρ ἀρχὰν γενέτας ἔδωκε κόσμοις, Te enim originem Pater dedit mundis
Κατάγειν ἐκ νοερῶν σώματι μορφάς. Ut deduceres corporibus formas ex intellectualibus.
Be mindful, Christ,
Son of God
Who reigns on high,
Of your servant,
A sinner in heart,
Who wrote these poems.
And bring me release
From suffering
Nurtured by ruin.
What is natural
In my foul soul
Grant me to see,
Savior Jesus,
Your radiance most
Divine. When I appear there,
I will sing a song
To the healer of souls,
To the healer of limbs,
With the great Father
And the Holy Spirit.
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