Οἱ Διαδικτυακοὶ Ὀρφικοὶ Ὕμνοι The Orphic Hymns Online
Τιτάνων
Τιτῆνες, Γαίης τε καὶ Οὐρανοῦ ἀγλαὰ τέκνα, Titênes, Gǽēs te cæ̀ Ouranoû aglaà técna, ἡμετέρων πρόγονοι πατέρων, γαίης ὑπένερθεν hēmetérōn prógonœ patérōn, gǽēs hypénerthen οἴκοις Ταρταρίοισι μυχῷ χθονὸς ἐνναίοντες, œ́cœs Tartaríœsi mychôi chthonòs ennǽontes, ἀρχαὶ καὶ πηγαὶ πάντων θνητῶν πολυμόχθων, archæ̀ cæ̀ pēgæ̀ pántōn thnētôn polymóchthōn, εἰναλίων, πτηνῶν τε καὶ οἳ χθόνα ναιετάουσιν· einalíōn, ptēnôn te cæ̀ hœ̀ chthóna næetáousin; ἐξ Ὑμέων γὰρ πᾶσα πέλει γενεὴ κατὰ κόσμον. ex Hyméōn gàr pâsa pélei geneḕ catà cósmon. Ὑμᾶς κικλήσκω μῆνιν χαλεπὴν ἀποπέμπειν, Hymâs ciclḗscō mênin chalepḕn apopémpein, εἴ τις ἀπὸ χθονίων προγόνων οἴκοισι πελάσθη. eí tis apò chthoníōn progónōn œ́cœsi pelásthē.
To the Titans1
O Mighty Titans, who from heav’n and earth
derive Your noble and illustrious birth,
our fathers’
fires, in Tartarus profound
who dwell, deep merg’d
beneath the solid ground:
fountains and principles, from whom began
th’ afflicted, miserable, race
of man:
who not alone in earth’s retreats abide,
but in the ocean and the air reside;
since
ev’ry species from Your nature flows,
which all prolific, nothing barren knows:
avert Your rage,
if from th’ infernal seats
one of Your tribe should visit our retreats.