Hymns of Orphus

WITH holy voice I call the stars on high, Pure sacred lights and genii of the sky.

Celestial stars, the progeny of Night, In whirling circles beaming far your light,

Refulgent rays around the heav'ns ye throw, Eternal fires, the source of all below.

With flames significant of Fate ye shine, And aptly rule for men a path divine.

In seven bright zones ye run with wand'ring flames, And heaven and earth compose your lucid frames:

With course unwearied, pure and fiery bright, Forever shining thro' the veil of Night.

Hail twinkling, joyful, ever wakeful fires! Propitious shine on all my just desires;

These sacred rites regard with conscious rays, And end our works devoted to your praise.

You will hear nothing either of man or of any other living thing, nor in that hour will you see anything of mortal affairs on earth, but rather you will see all immortal things.

For in that day and hour you will see the divine order of the skies: the presiding gods rising into heaven, and others setting.

Now the course of the visible gods will appear through the disk of god, my father...

...and in similar fashion the so-called "pipe," the origin of the ministering wind. For you will see it hanging from the sun's disk like a pipe.