Night's torch extending, through the heavens you ride:
Female and male with borrowed rays you shine,
And now full-orbed, now tending to decline.
Mother of ages, fruit-producing moon,
Whose amber orb makes night's reflected noon:
All-seeing power bedecked with starry light.
Lover of vigilance, the foe of strife,
In peace rejoicing, and a prudent life:
Fair lamp of night, its ornament and friend,
Who gives to nature's works their destined end.
Queen of the stars, all-wife Artemis hail!
Decked with a graceful robe and shining veil;
Come, blessed goddess, prudent, starry, bright,
Come moony-lamp with chaste and splendid light,
Shine on these sacred rites with prosperous rays,
And please accept your suppliant's mystic praise.