To the Curetes
- Fumigation from Frankincense -
Brass beating Salians, Ministers of Ares who guard the
instrument of just wars,
You are the Skies, the Earth, the Seas, and all animals arose from your
You dwell in Samothracia's sacred ground.
Deathless Curetes, Defenders of Mortals, by Your power the mystic rites
of Initiation were first given to mankind.
You rouse the waves of Ocean and shake the stubborn branches of the oak.
With your glittering arms you beat the Earth, and Your swift leaping terrifies
the wild beasts, as Your tumult thunders through the Skies.
With matchless force, You rouse the dust, and cyclones follow your whirling
Flowers of every hue spring up, to dance the dance you created.
Immortal Spirits who nourish and destroy mankind,
When rushing furious in the dire storm, mortals perish from Your anger,
But committed to Your care, we live replenished with the gentle breezes,
the food of life.
When You shake the wild seas, they whirl and roar,
The heavens sound with Echo's voice when rustling leaves bestrew the ground.
Curetes, Corybantes, Ruling Kings,
All the land of Samothracia sings Your praises,
From the Sky descended, whose immortal breath sustains the soul and brings
us back form death,
Aerial-formed, much famed, Two-Fold, in the heavens shining and divine,
Blowing, serene, from whom abundance springs,
Nurtures of Seasons, breathe tenderly upon these rites.