Hail to You,
Kypris, lovely haired, foam-born, holy Goddess,
Laughter-loving,
full of ecstatic bliss, Ruler of the three Fates.
You
delight in the creatures of the deep, as they dance round and round,
And in the
sweet songs of the light-winged denizens of the air,
As they
flutter from succulent flower to verdant tree to lofty bluff.
You
conquer war, bringing stern Ares to rest in Your hallowed breast.
You
triumph over death, bringing myrrh-born Adonis back from the house of Hades.
Beauty,
Mother of Love, You are the trace of the One throughout the All,
Enticing into
amorous embrace the splendid totality of creatures,
To unfold to
the utmost the selfless giving of the One,
And
impelling the pursuit of ever more perfect union,
To empty each of selfishness, allowing experience of the One, even in the All.
