Homeric Hymn 14. To the Mother of the Gods
I prithee, clear-voiced Muse,
daughter of mighty Zeus,
sing of the Mother of all Gods and men.
She is well-pleased with the sound of rattles and of timbrels,
with the voice of flutes
and the outcry of wolves and bright-eyed lions,
with echoing hills and wooded coombes.
And so hail to you in my song and to all Goddesses as well!
Homeric Hymn 30. To Earth, Mother of All
I will sing of well-founded Earth,
Mother of all,
eldest of all beings.
She feeds all creatures that are in the world,
all that go upon the goodly land,
and all that are in the paths of the seas,
and all that fly:
all these are fed of her store.
Through you, O queen,
men are blessed in their children and blessed in their harvests,
and to you it belongs to give means of life to mortal men
and to take it away.
Happy is the man whom you delight to honour!
He has all things abundantly:
his fruitful land is laden with corn,
his pastures are covered with cattle,
and his house is filled with good things.
Such men rule orderly in their cities of fair women:
great riches and wealth follow them:
their sons exult with ever-fresh delight,
and their daughters in flower-laden bands play
and skip merrily over the soft flowers of the field.
Thus is it with those whom you honour O holy Goddess,
Hail, Mother of the Gods,
wife of starry Heaven;
freely bestow upon me for this my song substance that cheers the heart!
And now I will remember you and another song also.
Orphic Hymn 14. To Rhea
Incense: Aromatic Herbs
Mighty Rhea, daughter of many-faced Protogonos,
Your sacred chariot is drawn by bull-slaying lions.
The sound of drums and cymbals, O frenzy-loving maiden, is yours,
And you are the mother of the aegis-bearing Olympian lord.
Illustrious and honored, you are Kronos’ blessed consort,
And you delight in the mountains and in the horrid shrieks of mortals.
Strong-spirited Rhea, queen of queens, lover of the battle din,
Liar, savior, redeemer, first by birth, you are mother of gods and mortal men.
From you come the earth, the wide sky above, the sea and the winds.
Ethereal and restless, come, O blessed goddess, as a gentle-minded savior.
Bring peace and a wealth of possessions,
And send death and mire to the ends of the earth.
Orphic Hymn 26. To Earth
Incense: Incense and Grain
Divine Earth, mother of men and of the blessed gods,
you nourish all, you give all,
You bring all to fruition and you destroy all.
When the season is fair you are heavy with fruit and growing blossoms,
And, O multi-formed maiden, you are the seat of the immortal cosmos,
And in the pains of labor you bring forth fruits of all kinds.
Eternal, reverend, deep-bosomed, and blessed,
You delight in the sweet breath of grass,
O goddess bedecked with flowers.
Yours is the joy of the rain,
and round you the intricate realm of stars revolves
in endless, and awesome flow.
But, O blessed goddess, may you multiply the gladsome fruits,
And together with the beautiful seasons, grant me favor.
Orphic Hymn 27. To the Mother of the Gods
Incense: et varia
Divine are your honors, O mother of the gods and nurturer of all.
Yoke your swift chariot drawn by bull-slaying lions,
And, O mighty goddess who brings things to pass, join our prayers.
Many-named and reverend, you are the queen of the sky,
For in the cosmos yours is the throne in the middle
because the earth is yours,
and you give gentle nourishment to mortals.
Gods and men were born of you,
and you hold sway over the rivers and all the sea.
Hestia is one of your names, and they call you giver of prosperity,
Because you bestow on men all manner of gifts.
Come to this rite, queen whom the drum delights,
All-taming, savior, honored and frenzy-loving nurturer of life.
Joyously and graciously visit our deeds of piety.
Orphic Hymn 49. To Hipta
Incense: Aromatic Herbs
I call upon Hipta, nurse of Bacchos, maiden possessed.
In mystic rites she takes part,
and she exults in pure Sabos’ worship,
And in the night dances of roaring Iacchos.
O Queen and chthonic Mother,
hear my prayer, whether you are on Ida,
Phrygia’s sacred mountain,
or you take pleasure on Tholos,
fair seat of the Lydians.
Come to these rites, with joy on you holy face.