I call Einodian Hecate, lovely dame Of earthly, watery, and celestial frame Sepulchral, in a saffron veil arrayed Pleased with dark ghosts That wander thro' the shade Persian, unconquerable huntress Hail! The world's key-bearer Never doomed to fail On the rough rock To wander thy delights Leader and nurse Be present to our rites Propitious grant our just desires success Come to me! O Hecate Join me! O Hecate Weaver of lives!
