I
Her ascension
To the purity of youth
Is endless,
Needless to say that her
Abundance of thoughts is hidden,
Placed among the angelic neutrality.
Oh Hekate! You are young and fresh!
II
Her peak
Is cold and shining, she is
A wondrously delightful
Mixture of knowledge and ignorance,
She is a ray in the darkness,
A breath of air above
The countless archipelagos of midnight serenity.
I I I
And then the goddess grows old -
For wisdom has been within her forever,
At the gates of a castle
She stands,
Inspired by the warmth of nights,
Holding the keys to a dream path,
Saving the grace
Of numerous generations.
Oh Hekate!
You bear resemblance
To the trembling essence
Of books and lampades.
Your magnitude is so close to the core
Of natural knowledge,
Your voice is soft and subtle,
Your wisdom is stable and immediate.
*Inspired by journeys of my musician friends to Greece