To the Goddess Prothyraea
Oh Venerable Goddess, hear my prayer,
For you are the one who eases the pains of childbirth
When in the mirror gazes she who labors,
Guardian of mankind, oh gentle soul,
Benevolent and kind are you to helpless children;
Beneficent nourisher, you open the door to life.
You dwell eternal with all spirits of peace,
And take delight in the festivals,
You are she who is the source of every art, and you are the inspiration
painters, poets, and bards.
You are she who whispers to the virgin,
And her robes are loosened;
And though you look with sympathy upon the birth,
You rejoice in abundant fertility.
All women invoke you as the soul\rquote s sure rest,
For thou alone can bring relief from pain,
When all healing art of man has failed,
Assisting Goddess, venerable Power,
Who brings rest in the dreadful hour of labor,
Hear me, Blessed Artemis, and accept my prayer,
To make the infant human race thy constant care.