I call Hekate of the Crossroads, worshipped at the meeting of three paths, oh lovely one.
In the sky, earth, and sea, you are venerated in your saffron-coloured robes.
Funereal Daimon, celebrating among the souls of those who have passed.
Persian, fond of deserted places, you delight in deer.
Goddess of night, protectress of dogs, invincible Queen.
Drawn by a yoke of bulls, you are the queen who holds the keys to all the Cosmos.
Commander, Nymphe, nurturer of children, you who haunt the mountains.
Pray, Maiden, attend my hallowed ritual;
Be forever gracious to your mystic herdswoman and rejoice in my gift of incense.
– Translation taken and adapted from The Orphic Hymn to Hekate