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Ὦ τὸν ὑποχθόνιον ναίων δόμον, ὀβριμόθυμε, Ταρτάριον λειμῶνα βαθύσκιον ἠδὲ λιπαυγῆ, Ζεῦ χθόνιε, σκηπτοῦχε, τάδ' ἱερὰ δέξο προθύμως· Πλούτων, ὃς κατέχεις γαίης κληῖδας ἁπάσης, πλουτοδοτῶν γενεὴν βροτέην καρποῖς ἐνιαυτῶν. ὃς τριτάτης μοίρης ἔλαχες χθόνα παμβασίλειαν, ἕδρανον ἀθανάτων, θνητῶν στήριγμα κραταιόν· ὃς θρόνον ἐστήριξας ὑπὸ ζοφοειδέα χῶρον, τηλέπορον τ', ἀκάμαντα, λιπόπνοον, ἄκριτον Ἅιδην, κυάνεόν τ' Ἀχέρονθ', ὃς ἔχει ῥιζώματα γαίης. ὃς κρατέεις θνητῶν θανάτου χάριν, ὦ πολυδέγμων Εὔβουλ', ἁγνοπόλου Δημήτερος ὅς ποτε παῖδα νυμφεύσας λειμῶνος ἀποσπαδίην διὰ πόντου, τετρώροις ἵπποισιν ὑπ' Ἀτθίδος ἤγαγες ἄντρον δήμου Ἐλευσῖνος, τόθι περ πύλαι εἴσ' Ἀίδαο. μοῦνος ἔφυς ἀφανῶν ἔργων φανερῶν τε βραβευτής, ἔνθεε, παντοκράτωρ, ἱερώτατος, ἀγλαότιμε, σεμνοῖς μυστιπόλοις χαίρων ὁσίοις τε σεβασμοῖς ἵλαον ἀγκαλέω σε μολεῖν κεχαρηότα μύσταις.
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Pluto [Plouton], magnanimous, whose realms profound are fix'd beneath the firm and solid ground, In the Tartarian plains remote from fight, and wrapt forever in the depths of night; Terrestrial Jove [Zeus Khthonios], thy sacred ear incline, and, pleas'd, accept thy mystic's hymn divine. Earth's keys to thee, illustrious king belong, its secret gates unlocking, deep and strong. 'Tis thine, abundant annual fruits to bear, for needy mortals are thy constant care. To thee, great king, Avernus is assign'd, the seat of Gods, and basis of mankind. Thy throne is fix'd in Hade's dismal plains, distant, unknown to rest, where darkness reigns; Where, destitute of breath, pale spectres dwell, in endless, dire, inexorable hell; And in dread Acheron, whose depths obscure, earth's stable roots eternally secure. O mighty dæmon, whose decision dread, the future fate determines of the dead, With captive Proserpine [Kore], thro' grassy plains, drawn in a four-yok'd car with loosen'd reins, Rapt o'er the deep, impell'd by love, you flew 'till Eleusina's city rose to view; There, in a wond'rous cave obscure and deep, the sacred maid secure from search you keep, The cave of Atthis, whose wide gates display an entrance to the kingdoms void of day. Of unapparent works, thou art alone the dispensator, visible and known. O pow'r all-ruling, holy, honor'd light, thee sacred poets and their hymns delight: Propitious to thy mystic's works incline, rejoicing come, for holy rites are thine.
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