{"synesius-hymni/1.1":{"o":"Ἄγε μοι, λίγεια φόρμιγξ,\nμετὰ Τηΐαν ἀοιδὰν,\nμετὰ Λεσβίαν τε μολπὰν\nγεραρωτέροις ἐφ᾽ ὕμνοις\nκελάδει δώριον ᾠδάν,\nἁπαλαῖς οὐκ ἐπὶ νύμφαις\nἀφροδίσιον γελώσαις,\nθαλερῶν οὐδ᾽ ἐπὶ κούρων\nπολυηράτοισιν ἥβαις·\nθεοκύμονος γὰρ ἁγνὰ\nσοφίας ἄχραντος ὠδὶς\nμέλος ἐς θεῖον ἐπείγει\nκιθάρας μίτους ἐρέσσειν,\nμελιχρὰν δ᾽ ἄνωγεν ἄταν\nχθονίων φυγεῖν ἐρώτων.\nτί γὰρ ἀλκά, τί δὲ κάλλος,\nτί δὲ χρυσός, τί δὲ φάμα,\nβασιλήϊοί τε τιμαὶ\nπαρὰ τὰς θεοῦ μερίμνας;\nὁ μὲν ἵππον εὖ διώκοι,\nὁ δὲ τόξον εὖ τιταίνοι,\nὁ δὲ θημῶνα φυλάσσοι\nκτεάνων, χρύσειον ὄλβον·\nἑτέρῳ δ᾽ ἄγαλμα χαίτη\nκαταειμένη τενόντων,\nπολύυμνος δέ τις εἴη\nπαρὰ κούροις, παρὰ κούραις\nἀμαρύγμασιν προσώπων·","t":"Come, my clear-voiced lyre,\nafter the Teian song,\nafter the Lesbian strain,\nto more venerable hymns\nsound out a Doric ode,\nnot for tender brides\nlaughing with love's laughter,\nnor for the blooming youth\nof young men much desired;\nfor the holy, unstained\nbirth-pang of God-conceiving wisdom\nurges me to a divine song,\nto ply the strings of the cithara,\nand bids me flee the honeyed\nruin of earthly loves.\nFor what is strength, what is beauty,\nwhat is gold, what is fame,\nand the honors of kings,\nbeside thoughts of God?\nLet one man drive a horse well,\nanother draw a bow well,\nanother guard a heap\nof possessions, golden wealth;\nfor another let his hair be his pride,\nflowing down over his neck,\nand let someone be much sung\namong young men and young women\nfor the brilliance of his face;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 1.1 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 3; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/1-1)."},"synesius-hymni/1.102":{"o":"ἔνι καὶ δεῦρο πεσόντων\nἀναγώγιός τις ἀλκά,\nὅτε κυμάτων φυγόντες\nβιοτησίων ἀκηδεῖς\nἁγίας ἔστειλαν οἴμους\nπρὸς ἀνάκτορον τοκῆος.\nμάκαρ ὅστις βορὸν ὕλας\nπροφυγὼν ὕλαγμα, καὶ γᾶς\nἀναδὺς ἅλματι κούφῳ\nἴχνος ἐς θεὸν τιταίνει.\nμάκαρ ὅστις μετὰ μοίρας,\nμετὰ μόχθους, μετὰ πικρὰς\nχθονογηθεῖς μελεδῶνας\nἐπιβὰς νόου κελεύθων\nβυθὸν εἶδεν θεολαμπῆ.\nΠόνος ἔσθ᾽ ὅλαν τανύσθαι\nκραδίαν ὅλοισι ταρσοῖς\nἀναγωγίων ἐρώτων.\nμόνον ἐμπέδωσον ὁρμὰν\nνοερηφόροισιν ὁρμαῖς·\nὁ δέ τοι πέλας φανεῖται\nγενέτας χεῖρας ὀρεγνύς·\nπροθέοισα γάρ τις ἀκτὶς\nκαταλάμψει μὲν ἀταρπούς,\nπετάσει δέ τοι νοητὸν\nπεδίον, κάλλεος ἀρχάν.","t":"there is also, for those who have fallen here,\na strength that leads them upward,\nwhen, escaping the waves\nof life, free of care,\nthey set out on the holy paths\nto the palace of their Parent.\nBlessed is he who, fleeing\nthe voracious barking of matter, and\nrising up from earth with a light leap,\nstretches his step toward God.\nBlessed is he who, after his lot,\nafter toils, after the bitter\ncares that delight in earth,\nhas set foot on the paths of Mind\nand seen the God-illumined depth.\nIt is a labor to stretch\nthe whole heart on the whole wings\nof loves that lead upward.\nOnly make firm your impulse\nwith impulses that carry toward Mind;\nand near you will appear\nthe Begetter, stretching out his hands;\nfor a ray running before\nwill light up the paths\nand spread before you the intelligible\nplain, the source of beauty.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 1.102 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 4; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/1-102)."},"synesius-hymni/1.128":{"o":"Ἄγε μοι, ψυχά, πιοῖσα\nἀγαθορρύτοιο παγᾶς,\nἱκετεύσασα τοκῆα\nἀνάβαινε μηδὲ μέλλε\nχθονὶ τὰ χθονὸς λιποῖσα·\nτάχα δ᾽ ἂν μιγεῖσα πατρὶ\nθεὸς ἐν θεῷ χορεύσαις.","t":"Come, my soul, drink\nfrom the spring that flows with good,\nentreat the Parent,\ngo up, and do not delay;\nleave to earth the things of earth;\nand soon, mingled with the Father,\nyou would dance, God in God.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 1.128 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 5; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/1-128)."},"synesius-hymni/1.29":{"o":"ἐμὲ δ᾽ ἀψόφητον εἴη\nβιοτὰν ἄσημον ἕλκειν,\nτὰ μὲν εἰς ἄλλους ἄσημον\nτὰ δὲ πρὸς θεὸν εἰδότα.\nσοφία δέ μοι παρείη\nἀγαθὰ μὲν νεότατα,\nἀγαθὰ δὲ γῆρας ἕλκειν,\nἀγαθὰ δ᾽ ἄνασσα πλούτου·\nπενίαν δ᾽ ἄμοχθος οἴσει\nσοφία γελῶσα πικραῖς\nἄβατον βίου μερίμναις.\nμόνον εἰ τόσον παρείη,\nὅσον ἄρκιον καλιῆς\nἀπὸ γειτόνων ἐρύκειν,\nἵνα μὴ χρεώ με κάμπτοι\nἐπὶ φροντίδας μελαίνας.\nκλύε καὶ τέττιγος ᾠδὰν\nδρόσον ὀρθρίαν πιόντος.\nἼδε μοι βοῶσι νευραὶ\nἀκέλευστα, καί τις ὀμφὴ\nπερί τ᾽ ἀμφί τέ με ποτᾶται.\nτί ποτ᾽ ἄρα τέξεταί μοι\nμέλος ἁ θέσκελος ὠδίς;","t":"but may it be mine, without a sound,\nto draw out an obscure life,\nobscure as far as others go,\nbut knowing the things that look toward God.\nAnd may wisdom be with me,\ngood for youth,\ngood to draw me on into old age,\na good queen over wealth;\nand poverty she will bear without toil,\nwisdom, laughing, a poverty the bitter\ncares of life cannot tread.\nOnly let there be enough,\nas much as suffices to keep me\nfrom my neighbors' huts,\nso that need may not bend me\nto dark anxieties.\nListen also to the cicada's song,\nwho has drunk the dew of dawn.\nSee, my strings cry out\nunbidden, and a voice\nflutters round and about me.\nWhat song, then, will it bring to birth in me,\nthis divinely wondrous birth-pang?","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 1.29 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 3; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/1-29)."},"synesius-hymni/1.52":{"o":"Ὁ μὲν αὐτόσσυτος ἀρχά,\nταμίας πατήρ τ᾽ ἐόντων,\nἀλόχευτος ὑψιθώκων\nὑπὲρ οὐρανοῦ καρήνων\nἀλύτῳ κύδεϊ γαίων\nθεὸς ἔμπεδος θαάσσει,\nἑνοτήτων ἑνὰς ἁγνή,\nμονάδων μονάς τε πρώτη,\nἁπλότητας ἀκροτήτων\nἐνόωσα καὶ τεκοῦσα\nὑπερουσίοις λοχείαις·\nὅθεν αὐτὴ προθοροῦσα\nδιὰ πρωτόσπορον εἶδος\nμονὰς ἄρρητα χυθεῖσα\nτρικόρυμβον ἔσχεν ἀλκάν.\nὑπερούσιος δὲ παγὰ\nστέφεται κάλλεϊ παίδων\nἀπὸ κέντρου τε θορόντων,\nπερὶ κέντρον τε ῥυέντων.\nΜένε μοι θρασεῖα φόρμιγξ,\nμένε, μηδὲ φαῖνε δήμοις\nτελετὰς ἀνοργιάστους.\nἴθι καὶ τὰ νέρθε φώνει·\nτὰ δ᾽ ἄνω σιγὰ καλύπτει,\nὁ δὲ νοῦς οἴοισιν ἤδη\nμέλεται νοεροῖσι κόσμοις·","t":"He, the self-sprung Beginning,\nsteward and father of things that are,\nunbegotten, enthroned on high\nabove the summits of heaven,\nexulting in imperishable glory,\nsits, God unshaken,\nholy Unity of unities,\nand first Monad of monads,\nthe simplicities of the summits\nuniting and begetting\nin births beyond being;\nfrom there, leaping forth herself\nthrough the first-sown Form,\nthe Monad, poured out ineffably,\ntook on a triple-crested might.\nAnd the Source beyond being\nis crowned with the beauty of children\nthat have leapt forth from the center\nand flowed around the center.\nStay, my bold lyre,\nstay, and do not show to the crowds\nrites not for the uninitiated.\nCome, sing of things below;\nthe things above silence covers,\nand Mind now cares\nonly for the intellectual worlds.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 1.52 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 4; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/1-52)."},"synesius-hymni/1.78":{"o":"ἀγαθὰ γὰρ ἔνθεν ἤδη\nβροτέου πνεύματος ἀρχὰ\nἀμερίστως ἐμερίσθη,\nὁ καταιβάτας ἐς ὕλαν\nνόος ἄφθιτος, τοκήων\nθεοκοιράνων ἀπορρώξ,\nὀλίγα μὲν, ἀλλ᾽ ἐκείνων.\nὅλος οὗτος εἷς τε πάντῃ,\nὅλος εἰς ὅλον δεδυκώς,\nκύτος οὐρανῶν ἑλίσσει·\nτὸ δ᾽ ὅλον τοῦτο φυλάσσων\nνενεμημέναισι μορφαῖς\nμεμερισμένος παρέστη,\nὁ μὲν ἀστέρων διφρείαις,\nὁ δ᾽ ἐς ἀγγέλων χορείας·\nὁ δὲ καὶ ῥέποντι δεσμῷ\nχθονίαν εὕρετο μορφάν·\nἀπὸ δὲ σταθεὶς τοκήων\nδνοφερὰν ἤρυσε λάθαν,\nἀλαωποῖσι μερίμναις\nχθόνα θαυμάσας ἀτερπῆ\nθεὸς ἐς θνητὰ δεδορκώς.\nἜνι μάν, ἔνι τι φέγγος\nκεκαλυμμέναισι γλήναις·","t":"For from there, for good, already\nthe source of mortal spirit\nwas divided without division:\nthe imperishable Mind that came down\ninto matter, a fragment broken off\nfrom its divine and sovereign parents,\nsmall, yet theirs.\nThis Mind, whole and everywhere one,\nwhole entering into the whole,\nturns the vault of the heavens;\nand, guarding this whole,\nin apportioned forms\nit stands present, divided,\none part in the chariots of the stars,\nanother in the choirs of angels;\nand another, with a downward-sinking bond,\nfound an earthly form,\nand, set apart from its parents,\ndrew up dark forgetfulness,\nand with blind cares\nmarveled at the joyless earth,\na god gazing on mortal things.\nYet there is, there is some light\nin eyes that are veiled;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 1.78 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 4; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/1-78)."},"synesius-hymni/10.1":{"o":"Μνώεο Χριστέ,\nυἱὲ θεοῖο\nὑψιμέδοντος,\nοἰκέτεω σεῦ,\nκῆρ᾽ ἀλιτροῖο\nτάδε γράψαντος·\nκαί μοι ὄπασσον\nλῦσιν παθέων\nκηριτρεφέων,\nτά μοι ἐμφυῆ\nψυχᾷ ῥυπαρᾷ·\nδὸς δὲ ἰδέσθαι,\nσῶτερ Ἰησοῦ,\nζαθέαν αἴγλαν\nσάν, ἔνθα φανεὶς\nμέλψω ἀοιδὰν\nπαιόνι ψυχᾶν,\nπαιόνι γυίων,\nπατρὶ σὺν μεγάλῳ\nπνεύματί θ᾽ ἁγνῷ.","t":"Remember, Christ,\nSon of God\nwho rules on high,\nyour servant,\nsinful at heart,\nwho wrote these things;\nand grant me\nrelease from the passions\nthat feed death,\nwhich are inborn\nin my soiled soul;\nand grant me to see,\nSavior Jesus,\nyour holy\nradiance, where, appearing,\nI shall sing a song\nto the Healer of souls,\nthe Healer of limbs,\nwith the great Father\nand the holy Spirit.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 10.1 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 23; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/10-1)."},"synesius-hymni/2.1":{"o":"Πάλι φέγγος, πάλιν ἀώς,\nπάλιν ἁμέρα προλάμπει\nμετὰ νυκτίφοιτον ὄρφναν·\nπάλι μοι λίγαινε, θυμέ,\nθεὸν ὀρθρίοισιν ὕμνοις,\nὃς ἔδωκε φέγγος ἀοῖ,\nὃς ἔδωκεν ἄστρα νυκτὶ,\nπερικοσμίαν χορείαν.\nπολυκύμονος μὲν ὕλας\nἐκάλυψε νῶτον αἰθὴρ\nπυρὸς ἐμβεβὼς ἀώτῳ,\nἵνα κύδιμα σελάνα\nπυμάταν ἄντυγα τέμνει·\nὑπὲρ ὀγδόαν δὲ δίναν\nἑλίκων ἀστροφορήτων\nῥόος ἀστέρων ἔρημος\nὑποκολπίους ἐλαύνων\nπτύχας ἀντίον θεοίσας\nμέγαν ἀμφὶ νοῦν χορεύει,\nὃς ἄνακτος ἄκρα κόσμου\nπολιοῖς ἔρεφε ταρσοῖς.\nτὰ πρόσω μάκαιρα σιγᾷ,\nνοερῶν τε καὶ νοητῶν\nἄτομον τομὰν, καλύπτει.\nΜία παγά, μία ῥίζα\nτριφαὴς ἔλαμψε μορφά·","t":"Light again, again the dawn,\nagain the day shines forth\nafter the night-roaming dark.\nAgain, my heart, sing clear\nto God in morning hymns,\nwho gave light to the dawn,\nwho gave stars to the night,\na dance around the world.\nOver the back of matter, rich in waves,\nthe ether spread its covering,\nmounted on the flower of fire,\nwhere the glorious moon\ncuts the last circle;\nand above the eighth whirl\nof the star-bearing spirals\na flow empty of stars,\ndriving on the folds within its bosom\nthat run the opposite way,\ndances around the great Mind,\nwhich with grey wings roofs over\nthe summits of the King's world.\nWhat lies beyond, blessed silence\ncovers, of the intellectual and the intelligible\nthe undivided division.\nOne Source, one Root,\na threefold-shining Form has shone;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 2.1 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 5; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/2-1)."},"synesius-hymni/2.27":{"o":"ἵνα γὰρ βυθὸς πατρῷος,\nτόθι καὶ κύδιμος υἱός,\nκραδιαῖόν τι λόχευμα,\nσοφία κοσμοτεχνῖτις·\nἑνοτήσιόν τε φέγγος\nἁγίας ἔλαμψε πνοιᾶς.\nμία παγά, μία ῥίζα\nἀγαθῶν ἀνέσχεν ὄλβον\nὑπερούσιόν τε βλάστην\nγονίμοις ζέοισαν ὁρμαῖς·\nτά τ᾽ ἑνουσίων προλάμπει\nμακάρων ἀρρητὰ φέγγη.\nὅθεν ἐγκόσμιος ἤδη\nχορὸς ἀφθίτων ἀνάκτων\nγενετήριόν τε κῦδος\nτό τε πρωτόσπορον εἶδος\nνοεροῖς ἔμελψεν ὕμνοις·\nπέλας εὐμενῶν τοκήων\nστρατὸς ἀγγέλων ἀγήρως\nτὰ μὲν ἐς νόον δεδορκὼς\nδρέπεται κάλλεος ἀρχάν,\nτὰ δ᾽ ἐς ἄντυγας δεδορκὼς\nδιέπει βένθεα κόσμου,\nτὸν ὕπερθε κόσμον ἕλκων\nνεάτας καὶ μέχρις ὕλας,\nἵνα δαιμόνων ὅμιλον\nφύσις ἰζάνοισα τίκτει\nπολύθρουν καὶ πολυμήταν·","t":"for where the Father's depth is,\nthere too is the glorious Son,\nan offspring from the heart,\nWisdom, artificer of the world;\nand the unifying light\nof the holy Breath has shone.\nOne Source, one Root\nhas sent up a wealth of good things,\na sprouting beyond being,\nseething with fruitful impulses;\nand of the blessed ones of one substance\nthe ineffable lights shine forth.\nFrom there, now within the world,\nthe chorus of immortal lords\nhas sung the glory of the Begetter\nand the first-sown Form\nin intellectual hymns.\nNear the kindly Parents\nthe ageless host of angels,\nin part gazing toward Mind,\nplucks the source of beauty,\nin part gazing toward the circles,\ngoverns the depths of the world,\ndrawing the world above\ndown even to the lowest matter,\nwhere nature, settling down,\ngives birth to the throng of daemons,\nnoisy and full of designs.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 2.27 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 5; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/2-27)."},"synesius-hymni/2.55":{"o":"ὅθεν ἥρως, ὅθεν ἤδη\nπερὶ γᾶν σπαρεῖσα πνοιὰ\nχθονὸς ἐζώωσε μοίρας\nπολυδαιδάλοισι μορφαῖς·\nτὰ δὲ πάντα σεῖο βουλᾶς\nἔχεται· σὺ δ᾽ ἐσσὶ ῥίζα\nπαρεόντων, πρὸ τ᾽ ἐόντων,\nμετεόντων, ἐνεόντων·\nσὺ πατήρ, σὺ δ᾽ ἐσσὶ μάτηρ,\nσὺ δὲ ἄρρην, σὺ δὲ θῆλυς,\nσὺ δὲ φωνά, σὺ δὲ σιγά,\nφύσεως φύσις γονῶσα,\nσὺ δ᾽ ἄναξ, αἰῶνος αἰών.\nτὸ μὲν ἡ θέμις βοᾶσαι·\nμέγα χαῖρε, ῥίζα κόσμου,\nμέγα χαῖρε, κέντρον ὄντων,\nμονὰς ἀμβρότων ἀριθμῶν\nπροανουσίων ἀνάκτων.\nμέγα χαίροις, μέγα χαίροις,\nὅτι πὰρ θεῷ τὸ χαίρειν·\nἐπ᾽ ἐμοῖς ἵλαον οὖας\nτάνυσον χοροῖσιν ὕμνων·\nσοφίας ἄνοιγε φέγγος,\nκατάχει κύδιμον ὄλβον,\nκατάχει χάριν λιποῦσαν\nβιοτᾶς γαληνιώσας,\nπενίαν ἐκτὸς ἐλαύνων\nχθονίαν τε κῆρα πλούτου·","t":"From there the heroes; from there now\nthe breath, sown about the earth,\nhas given life to the portions of earth\nin forms of manifold art.\nAnd all things hang upon\nyour will; you are the root\nof things present, of things before,\nof things to come, of things within.\nYou are father, you are mother,\nyou are male, you are female,\nyou are voice, you are silence,\nnature begetting nature,\nyou are Lord, the Aeon of the aeon.\nThis much it is right to cry aloud:\nHail greatly, root of the world,\nhail greatly, center of things that are,\nMonad of immortal numbers,\nof lords before being.\nHail greatly, hail greatly,\nfor with God is rejoicing.\nTo my choirs of hymns\nstretch out a gracious ear;\nopen the light of wisdom,\npour down glorious blessing,\npour down the rich grace\nof a calm life,\ndriving poverty far off\nand the earthly doom of wealth;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 2.55 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 5; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/2-55)."},"synesius-hymni/2.83":{"o":"μελέων ἔρυκε νούσους,\nπαθέων δ᾽ ἄκοσμον ὁρμὰν\nφρενοκηδεῖς τε μερίμνας\nἀπό μοι ζωᾶς ἐρύκοις,\nἵνα μὴ τὸ νοῦ πτέρωμα\nἐπιβρίσῃ χθονὸς ἄτα·\nἄνετον δὲ ταρσὸν αἴρων\nπερὶ σᾶς ὄργια βλάστας\nτὰ πανάρρητα χορεύσω.","t":"keep diseases from my limbs,\nand the disordered rush of passions\nand cares that trouble the mind\nmay you keep from my life,\nso that the plumage of the mind\nmay not be weighed down by the ruin of earth;\nbut lifting a freed wing,\naround the mysteries of your Offspring\nI shall dance, mysteries wholly ineffable.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 2.83 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 6; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/2-83)."},"synesius-hymni/3.1":{"o":"Ἄγε μοι ψυχὰ\nἱεροῖς ὕμνοις\nἐπιβαλλομένα\nὑληγενέας\nεὔνασον οἴστρους·\nθώρησσε δὲ νοῦ\nζαμενεῖς ὁρμάς.\nΒασιλῆϊ θεῶν\nπλέκομεν στέφανον\nθῦμ᾽ ἀναίμακτον,\nἐπέων λοιβάς.\nΣὲ μὲν ἐν πελάγει,\nσὲ δ᾽ ὑπὲρ νάσων,\nσὲ δ᾽ ἐν ἀπείροις,\nἐπί τε πτολίων\nκραναῶν τ᾽ ὀρέων,\nκαὶ κατὰ κλεινῶν\nὁπόταν πεδίων\nστάσω διδύμους\nγυίων ταρσούς,\nσέ, μάκαρ, μέλπω,\nγενέτα κόσμου.\nσοὶ νύξ με φέρει\nτὸν ἀοιδόν, ἄναξ·\nσοὶ δ᾽ ἀμερίους,\nσοὶ δ᾽ ἀῴους,\nσοὶ δ᾽ ἑσπερίους\nὕμνους ἀνάγω.","t":"Come, my soul,\nto sacred hymns\napplying yourself,\nthe matter-born\nfrenzies lull to sleep;\nand arm the mind's\nvehement impulses.\nFor the King of the gods\nwe weave a crown,\na bloodless sacrifice,\nlibations of words.\nYou on the sea,\nyou over the islands,\nyou on the mainlands,\nand in the cities\nand on the rugged mountains,\nand over the famous\nplains, whenever\nI set the twin\nsoles of my feet,\nyou, Blessed One, I sing,\nBegetter of the world.\nTo you the night brings me,\nthe singer, O Lord;\nto you by day,\nto you at dawn,\nto you at evening\nI bring up hymns.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.1 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 6; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-1)."},"synesius-hymni/3.111":{"o":"ἤδη καναχεῖ\nὀμφὰ περὶ νοῦν.\nΜάκαρ, ἵλαθί μοι,\nπάτερ, ἵλαθί μοι,\nεἰ παρὰ κόσμον,\nεἰ παρὰ μοῖραν\nτῶν σῶν ἔθιγον.\nτίνος ὄμμα σοφόν,\nτίνος ὄμμα πολύ,\nταῖς σαῖς στεροπαῖς\nἀνακοπτόμενον,\nοὐ καταμύσει;\nἀτενὲς δὲ δρακεῖν\nἐπὶ σοὺς πυρσοὺς\nθέμις οὐδὲ θεοῖς·\nπίπτων δὲ νόος\nἀπὸ σᾶς σκοπιᾶς\nτὰ πέλας σαίνει,\nἀκίχητα κιχεῖν\nἐπιβαλλόμενος,\nπροσιδεῖν αὐγὰν\nἀκάμαντι βυθῷ\nἀμαρυσσομέναν·\nἀβάτων δ᾽ ἀποβὰς\nἐπὶ πρωτοφανὲς\nεἶδος ἐρείδει\nὄμματος ὁλκάν·","t":"now there rings\na voice around my mind.\nBlessed One, be gracious to me,\nFather, be gracious to me,\nif beyond due order,\nif beyond my portion,\nI have touched what is yours.\nWhose eye, however wise,\nwhose eye, however great,\nby your lightnings\nbeaten back,\nwill not close?\nTo gaze steadily\nupon your fires\nis not lawful even for gods;\nand the mind, falling\nfrom your watchtower,\nfawns on what is near,\nwhile it tries to reach\nthe unreachable,\nto look upon the radiance\nin the tireless depth\nflashing;\nbut stepping off from the untrodden,\non the first-appearing\nForm it fixes\nthe pull of its eye;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.111 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 7; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-111)."},"synesius-hymni/3.138":{"o":"ὅθεν αἰνύμενος\nἐπὶ σοὺς ὕμνους\nἄνθεα φωτὸς\nἀορίστοις ἀνέμοις\nἀναπαῦσαι βολάν,\nτὰ σὰ σοὶ πάλι δούς.\nτί γὰρ οὐ σόν, ἄναξ;\nπατέρων πάντων\nπάτερ, αὐτοπάτωρ,\nπροπάτωρ, ἀπάτωρ,\nυἱὲ σεαυτοῦ,\nἓν ἑνὸς πρότερον,\nὄντων σπέρμα,\nπάντων κέντρον,\nπροανούσιε νοῦ,\nκόσμων ῥίζα\nτῶν ἀρχεγόνων,\nἀμφιφαὲς φῶς,\nἀτρέκεια σοφά,\nπαγὰ σοφίας,\nκεκαλυμμένε νοῦ\nἰδίαις αὐγαῖς,\nὄμμα σεαυτοῦ\nπρηστηροκράτορ,\nαἰωνοτόκε,\nαἰωνόβιε,\nἐπέκεινα θεῶν,\nἐπέκεινα νόων·","t":"from there, taking up\nfor your hymns\nflowers of light,\nin boundless winds\nit seeks to rest its gaze,\ngiving you back again what is yours.\nFor what is not yours, Lord?\nOf all fathers\nFather, Self-father,\nForefather, Fatherless,\nSon of yourself,\nOne before One,\nSeed of things that are,\nCenter of all,\nMind before being,\nRoot of the worlds,\nthe primal ones,\nLight shining all around,\nwise Truth,\nSource of wisdom,\nMind veiled\nby your own rays,\nEye of yourself,\nRuler of the lightning-storm,\nBegetter of the aeons,\nliving through the aeons,\nbeyond the gods,\nbeyond the minds,","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.138 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 8; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-138)."},"synesius-hymni/3.166":{"o":"θάτερα νωμῶν,\nνοερητόκε νοῦ,\nὀχετηγὲ θεῶν,\nπνευματοεργὲ\nκαὶ ψυχοτρόφε·\nπαγὰ παγῶν,\nἀρχῶν ἀρχά,\nῥιζῶν ῥίζα·\nμονὰς εἶ μονάδων,\nἀριθμῶν ἀριθμός,\nμονὰς ἠδ᾽ ἀριθμός,\nνοῦς καὶ νοερὸς\nκαὶ τὸ νοητὸν\nκαὶ πρὸ νοητοῦ·\nἓν καὶ πάντα,\nἓν διὰ πάντων,\nἕν τε πρὸ πάντων,\nσπέρμα τὸ πάντων,\nῥίζα καὶ ὄρπαξ,\nφύσις ἐν νοεροῖς,\nθῆλυ καὶ ἄρρεν·\nμύστας δὲ νόος\nτά τε καὶ τὰ λέγει,\nβυθὸν ἄρρητον\nἀμφιχορεύων.","t":"governing the other realm,\nMind that begets mind,\nChannel-maker of gods,\nWorker of spirit\nand Nourisher of souls;\nSource of sources,\nBeginning of beginnings,\nRoot of roots;\nyou are Monad of monads,\nNumber of numbers,\nMonad and Number,\nMind and the thinking\nand the thought\nand what is before the thought;\nOne and all,\nOne through all,\nand One before all,\nthe Seed of all,\nRoot and branch,\nNature in the intellectual realm,\nfemale and male.\nAnd the initiate mind\nsays this and that,\ndancing around\nthe ineffable depth.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.166 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 8; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-166)."},"synesius-hymni/3.191":{"o":"Σὺ τὸ τίκτον ἔφυς,\nσὺ τὸ τικτόμενον,\nσὺ τὸ φωτίζον,\nσὺ τὸ λαμπόμενον,\nσὺ τὸ φαινόμενον,\nσὺ τὸ κρυπτόμενον,\nφῶς κρυπτόμενον\nἰδίαις αὐγαῖς·\nἓν καὶ πάντα\nἓν καθ᾽ ἑαυτὸ\nκαὶ δι᾽ ἁπάντων·\nσὺ γὰρ ἐξεχύθης,\nἀρρητοτόκε,\nἵνα παῖδα τέκῃς\nκλεινὰν σοφίαν\nδημιοεργόν·\nπροχυθεὶς δὲ μένεις\nἀτόμοισι τομαῖς\nμαιευόμενος.\nὙμνῶ σε, μονάς,\nὑμνῶ σε, τριάς·\nμονὰς εἶ τριὰς ὤν,\nτριὰς εἶ μονὰς ὤν·\nνοερὰ δὲ τομὰ\nἄσχιστον ἔτι\nτὸ μερισθὲν ἔχει.","t":"You are that which begets,\nyou that which is begotten,\nyou that which gives light,\nyou that which is lit,\nyou that which appears,\nyou that which is hidden,\nlight hidden\nby its own rays;\nOne and all,\nOne by itself\nand through all.\nFor you were poured forth,\nineffable Begetter,\nto beget a Son,\nglorious Wisdom,\nthe Craftsman;\nand, poured forth, you remain,\nby undivided divisions\nbringing to birth.\nI hymn you, Monad,\nI hymn you, Triad;\nyou are Monad, being Triad,\nyou are Triad, being Monad;\nand an intellectual division\nkeeps still unsplit\nwhat has been divided.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.191 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 8; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-191)."},"synesius-hymni/3.217":{"o":"ἐπὶ παιδὶ χύθης\nἰότατι σοφᾷ,\nαὐτὰ δ᾽ ἰότας\nβλάστησε μέσα\nφύσις ἄφθεγκτος,\nτὸ προούσιον ὄν.\nοὐ θέμις εἰπεῖν\nδεύτερον ἐκ σοῦ·\nοὐ θέμις εἰπεῖν\nτρίτον ἐκ πρώτου.\nὨδὶς ἱερά,\nἄρρητε γονά,\nὅρος εἶ φυσίων\nτᾶς τικτοίσας\nκαὶ τικτομένας.\nσέβομαι νοερῶν\nκρυφίαν τάξιν·\nχωρεῖ τι μέσον\nοὐ καταχθέν.\nἌφθεγκτε γόνε\nπατρὸς ἀφθέγκτου,\nὠδὶς διὰ σέ,\nδιὰ δ᾽ ὠδῖνος\nαὐτὸς ἐφάνθης,\nἅμα πατρὶ φανεὶς\nἰότατι πατρός·\nἰότας σὺ δ᾽ ἀεὶ\nπαρὰ σεῖο πατρί·","t":"You were poured forth upon the Son\nby wise Will,\nand Will herself\nsprang up in the middle,\na nature beyond utterance,\nthe being before being.\nIt is not right to say\n“second” of what is from you;\nit is not right to say\n“third” of what is from the first.\nHoly Birth-pang,\nineffable Offspring,\nyou are the boundary of the natures,\nof the one that begets\nand of the one begotten.\nI revere, of the intellectual realm,\nthe hidden order:\nsomething in the middle proceeds\nand is not brought down.\nUnutterable Offspring\nof an unutterable Father,\nthe birth-pang was for your sake,\nand through the birth-pang\nyou yourself appeared,\nappearing together with the Father\nby the Father's Will;\nand you are ever Will\nbeside your Father.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.217 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 9; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-217)."},"synesius-hymni/3.245":{"o":"οὐδ᾽ ὁ βαθύρρους\nχρόνος οἶδε γονὰς\nτὰς ἀρρήτους·\nαἰὼν δὲ γέρων\nτὸν ἀμήρυτον\nτόκον οὐκ ἐδάη·\nἅμα πατρὶ φάνη\nγενόμενος αἰών·\nὁ γενησόμενος.\nΤίς ἐπ᾽ ἀφθέγκτοις\nἐβράβευσε τόλμαν;\nἀλαῶν μερόπων\nδαιδαλογλώσσων\nἄθεοι τόλμαι·\nσὺ δὲ φωτοδότας\nφωτὸς νοεροῦ·\nσκολιᾶς δ᾽ ἀπάτας\nἀνέχεις ὁσίων\nπραπίδας μερόπων\nἐς ζόφον ὕλας\nμὴ καταδῦναι.\nΣέ, πάτερ κόσμων,\nπάτερ αἰώνων,\nαὐτουργὲ θεῶν,\nεὐαγὲς αἰνεῖν.","t":"Not even deep-flowing\nTime knows the births\nthat are ineffable;\nnor did aged Aeon\nlearn of the birth\nthat cannot be unwound;\nwith the Father he appeared,\nAeon, coming into being,\nhe who will come into being.\nOver things unutterable\nwho awarded a prize to daring?\nOf blind mortals\nwith cunning tongues\nthe godless daring!\nBut you are the light-giver\nof intellectual light;\nand from crooked deceit\nyou hold up the minds\nof holy mortals,\nlest into the darkness of matter\nthey sink.\nYou, Father of the worlds,\nFather of the aeons,\nSelf-worker of gods,\nit is holy to praise.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.245 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 9; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-245)."},"synesius-hymni/3.270":{"o":"Σὲ μὲν οἱ νοεροὶ\nμέλπουσιν, ἄναξ,\nσὲ δὲ κοσμαγοὶ\nὀμματολαμπεῖς\nνόες ἀστέριοι\nὑμνοῦσι, μάκαρ,\nοὓς πέρι κλεινὸν\nσῶμα χορεύει.\nπᾶσά σε μέλπει\nγενεὰ μακάρων,\nοἱ περὶ κόσμον,\nοἱ κατὰ κόσμον,\nοἱ ζωναῖοι,\nοἵ τ᾽ ἄζωνοι\nκόσμου μοίρας\nἐφέπουσι σοφοί,\nἀμφιβατῆρες\nοἱ περὶ κλεινοὺς\nοἰκοφόρους·","t":"You the intellectual ones\nsing, O Lord,\nand you the world-leading,\neye-bright\nstarry minds\nhymn, Blessed One,\nround whom the glorious\nbody dances.\nYou the whole race\nof the blessed sings,\nthose around the world,\nthose within the world,\nthose of the zones,\nand those without zones\nwho govern the portions\nof the world in wisdom,\nthose who walk around\nthe glorious\nhouse-bearers;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.270 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 9; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-270)."},"synesius-hymni/3.289":{"o":"οὓς ἀγγελικὰ\nπροχέει χεῖρα\nτό τε κυδῆεν\nγένος ἡρώων,\nἔργα τὰ θνητῶν\nκρυφίαισιν ὁδοῖς\nδιανισσόμενον,\n[ἔργα βρότεια]\nψυχά τ᾽ ἀκλινὴς\nκαὶ κλινομένα\nἐς μελαναυγεῖς\nχθονίους ὄγκους.\nΣὲ μάκαιρα φύσις\nφύσεώς τε γονὰ,\nμάκαρ, ὑμνέει,\nτᾶς Ζειδώροις\nἐφέπεις πνοιαῖς,\nἀπὸ σῶν ὀχετῶν\nκατασυρομέναις,\nπροκυλινδομέναις·\nσὺ γὰρ, ἀχράντων\nἡγέτα κόσμων,\nφύσις εἶ φυσίων·","t":"whom the angelic\nband pours forth,\nand the glorious\nrace of heroes,\nthe works of mortals\nby hidden paths\npassing through,\n[mortal works],\nand the soul that does not incline\nand the soul that inclines\ntoward the dark-gleaming\nmasses of earth.\nYou blessed Nature\nand the offspring of Nature\nhymn, Blessed One,\nshe whom with life-giving\nbreaths you govern,\nfrom your channels\nsweeping down,\nrolling onward;\nfor you, of undefiled\nworlds the Leader,\nare Nature of natures;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.289 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 10; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-289)."},"synesius-hymni/3.29":{"o":"ἴστορες αὗται\nπολιῶν ἄστρων\nμάναις τε δρόμοι·\nκαὶ μέγας ἵστωρ\nἅλιος ἁγνῶν\nἄστρων πρύτανις,\nὁσίαν ψυχᾶν\nἅγιος ταμίας.\nἘπὶ σὰς αὐλάς,\nἐπὶ σοὺς κόλπους\nτὸν ἀπόστροφον\nταναᾶς ὕλας\nταρσὸν ἐλάφρουν·\nχαίρων ἵνα σου\nπρομολὰν ἱκόμαν,\nνῦν ἐπὶ σεμνᾶς\nτελετηφορίας\nσηκοὺς ἁγίους\nἱκέτας ἔμολον·\nνῦν ἐπὶ κλεινῶν\nκορυφὰν ὀρέων\nἱκέτας ἔμολον·\nνῦν ἐς ἐρήμας\nαὐλῶνα μέγαν\nΛιβύας ἔμολον,\nπέζαν νοτίαν·","t":"Witnesses are these,\nthe courses of the grey stars\nand of the moon;\nand a great witness,\nthe sun, of the pure\nstars the president,\nof holy souls\nthe holy steward.\nTo your courts,\nto your bosom,\nthe foot that turns away\nfrom far-stretching matter\nI lightened,\nrejoicing, where I reached\nyour forecourt.\nNow to the solemn\nplaces of your sacred rites,\nto the holy precincts,\nas a suppliant I have come;\nnow to the summits\nof famous mountains\nas a suppliant I have come;\nnow into the great valley\nof the desert\nof Libya I have come,\nthe southern border,","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.29 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 6; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-29)."},"synesius-hymni/3.312":{"o":"σὺ φύσιν θάλπεις,\nγένεσιν θνατῶν,\nτᾶς ἀενάῳ\nἰνδαλμῶνα,\nἵνα καὶ πυμάτα\nμερὶς ἐν κόσμῳ\nλελάχῃ ζωᾶς\nἐπαμειβομένας·\nοὐ γὰρ θέμις ἦν\nτρύγα τὰν κόσμου\nκορυφαῖς ἐρίσαι·\nτὸ δὲ ταχθὲν ὅλως\nἐς χορὸν ὄντων\nοὐκέτ᾽ ὀλεῖται·\nἄλλο δ᾽ ἀπ᾽ ἄλλου,\nδιὰ δ᾽ ἀλλήλων\nπάντ᾽ ἀπολαύει·\nἐξ ὀλλυμένων\nκύκλος αἴδιος\nταῖς σαῖς πνοιαῖς\nἀναθαλπόμενος.","t":"You warm nature,\nthe coming-to-be of mortals,\nof the ever-flowing\nan image,\nso that even the last\nportion in the world\nmay have its share of life\nin its alternation;\nfor it was not right\nthat the dregs of the world\nshould vie with its summits;\nbut what has once been ranked\nin the chorus of things that are\nwill no longer perish;\none from another\nand through one another\nall things have their enjoyment;\nfrom things that perish\nan everlasting cycle,\nby your breaths\nwarmed again.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.312 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 10; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-312)."},"synesius-hymni/3.333":{"o":"σοὶ διὰ πάντων\nἵστησι χοροὺς\nμάτειρα φύσις\nἰδίαις χροίαις,\nἰδίοις ἔργοις\nδαιδαλλομένων,\nἐκ δὲ ζώων\nἑτεροφθόγγων\nμίαν ἁρμονίαν\nὁμόφωνον ἄγει.\nσοὶ πάντα φέρει\nαἶνον ἀγήρων,\nἀὼς καὶ νύξ,\nστεροπαί, νιφάδες,\nοὐρανὸς αἴθων\nκαὶ γᾶς ῥίζαι,\nὕδωρ, ἀήρ,\nσώματα πάντα,\nπνεύματα πάντα,\nσπέρματα, καρποί,\nφυτὰ καὶ ποῖαι,\nῥίζαι, βοτάναι,\nβοτὰ καὶ πτηνὰ\nκαὶ νηχομένων\nνεπόδων ἀγέλαι.","t":"For you, through all things,\nshe sets up choirs,\nmother Nature,\nwith their own colors,\nwith their own works\nadorned,\nand from living creatures\nof different voices\none harmony\nshe leads in unison.\nTo you all things bring\nageless praise,\ndawn and night,\nlightnings, snows,\nthe blazing heaven\nand the roots of the earth,\nwater, air,\nall bodies,\nall spirits,\nseeds, fruits,\nplants and grasses,\nroots, herbs,\ncattle and birds,\nand of swimming\nfish the shoals.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.333 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 10; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-333)."},"synesius-hymni/3.358":{"o":"Ἴδε καὶ ψυχὰν\nὀλιγοδρανέα,\nὀλιγηπελέα\nἐπὶ σᾶς Λιβύας,\nἐπὶ σᾶς σεπτᾶς\nἱερημολίας\nὁσίαις εὐχαῖς\nἐπιμεμβλομέναν,\nτὰν ἀμφιπολεῖ\nνέφος ὑλαῖον·\nσὸν δ᾽ ὄμμα, πάτερ,\nκοπτικὸν ὕλας.\nΝῦν μοι κραδία\nτοῖς σοῖς ὕμνοις\nπιαινομένα\nἐθόωσε νόον\nπυρίαις ὁρμαῖς·\nσὺ δὲ λάμψον, ἄναξ,\nἀνάγωγα φάη.\nνεῦσον δέ, πάτερ,\nσῶμα φυγοῖσαν\nμηκέτι δῦναι\nἐς χθονὸς ἄταν.\nὄφρα δὲ ζωᾶς\nὑλοδιαίτου\nδεσμοῖσι μένω,\nπραεῖα, μάκαρ,\nβόσκοι με τύχα·","t":"Look also on a soul\nof little strength,\nof little power,\nin your Libya,\nat your august\nholy observances\nwith holy prayers\nbusying herself,\na soul round which hovers\na cloud of matter;\nbut your eye, Father,\ncuts through matter.\nNow my heart,\nwith your hymns\ngrown rich,\nhas quickened my mind\nwith fiery impulses;\nand you, Lord, shine\nlights that lead upward.\nGrant, Father,\nthat, having fled the body,\nshe sink no more\ninto the ruin of earth.\nAnd while, of a life\nspent in matter,\nin the bonds I remain,\nmay a gentle fortune, Blessed One,\nnourish me;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.358 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 10; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-358)."},"synesius-hymni/3.386":{"o":"μηδ᾽ ἐμπόδιον\nπνεύσειε νόου\nφροντίσι λυγραῖς\nδάπτοισα βίον,\nἵνα μὴ τὰ θεοῦ\nἄσχολος εἴην,\nμηδ᾽ ἔτι τοίοις\nἐναλινδοίμαν,\nὅθεν ἐκπροφυγὼν\nδώροισι τεοῖς\nστέφος εὐαγέων\nἀπὸ λειμώνων\nσοὶ τοῦτο πλέκω,\nσοὶ τόνδε φέρω\nαἶνον, ἀχράντων\nἡγέτα κόσμων,\nκαὶ παιδὶ σοφῷ,\nαὐτᾷ σοφίᾳ,\nτὸν ἀπ᾽ ἀρρήτων\nἔχεας κόλπων,\nἐν σοὶ δὲ μένει\nσέθεν ἐκπροθορών,","t":"and may it not blow\nas a hindrance to my mind,\nwith grievous cares\ndevouring my life,\nso that I may not, for the things of God,\nlack leisure,\nnor any longer among such things\nmay wallow;\nescaping from there\nby your gifts,\na garland from pure\nmeadows\nI weave for you,\nto you I bring this\npraise, of undefiled\nworlds the Leader,\nand to your wise Son,\nWisdom herself,\nwhom from your ineffable\nbosom you poured forth,\nand he remains in you\nthough leaping forth from you,","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.386 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 11; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-386)."},"synesius-hymni/3.408":{"o":"ἵνα πάντα σοφαῖς\nἐφέπῃ πνοιαῖς,\nδιέπῃ πολιῶν\nβάθος αἰώνων,\nδιέπῃ ταρσοὺς\nκραναοῦ κόσμου\nμέχρι καὶ νεάτου\nπυθμένος ὄντων\nχθονίας μοίρας,\nὁσίαις πραπίσιν\nἐλλαμπόμενος,\nλύῃ δὲ πόνους\nἠδὲ μερίμνας\nδιερῶν μερόπων,\nἀγαθῶν κράντωρ,\nἐλατὴρ ἀχέων.\nτί δὲ θαῦμα, θεὸν\nτὸν κοσμοτέχναν\nἰδίων ἔργων\nκῆρας ἐρύκειν;\nΤόδε σοι, μεγάλου\nκοίρανε κόσμου,\nτίσιν ἔμολον\nχρέος ἐκ Θρῄκης,\nἵνα τὰν τριετίν\nᾤκησα γύαν\nπαρ᾽ ἀνακτόριον\nγαίας μέλαθρον·","t":"so that he may govern all things\nby wise breaths,\nmay rule the grey\ndepth of the aeons,\nmay rule the reaches\nof the rugged world\neven to the lowest\nfloor of things that are,\nthe earthly portion,\nshining into holy\nminds,\nand may loose the toils\nand cares\nof living mortals,\naccomplisher of good things,\ndriver-away of griefs.\nWhat wonder is it that God,\nthe Craftsman of the world,\nfrom his own works\nshould ward off dooms?\nThis to you, of the great\nworld the Lord,\nas payment I have come,\na debt from Thrace,\nwhere for three years\nI dwelt in the land\nbeside the royal\nhall of the earth;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.408 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 11; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-408)."},"synesius-hymni/3.436":{"o":"ἔτλαν δὲ πόνους,\nἔτλαν δ᾽ ὀδύνας\nπολυδακρύτους,\nὤμοισι φέρων\nματέρα πάτραν.\nῥαίνετο μὲν γᾶ\nἱδρῶτι μελῶν\nἀεθλευόντων\nἆμαρ ἐπ᾽ ἆμαρ·\nῥαίνετο δ᾽ εὐνὰ\nκανθῶν λιβάσιν\nὀλοφυρομένων\nνύκτ᾽ ἐπὶ νύκτα.\nνηοὶ δ᾽ ὁπόσοι\nδέδμηντο, ἄναξ,\nἐπὶ σαῖς ἁγίαις\nτελετηφορίαις,\nἐπὶ πάντας ἔβαν,\nπρηνὴς ἱκέτας\nδάπεδον βλεφάρων\nδεύων νοτίσι,\nμή μοι κενεὰν\nὁδὸν ἀντᾶσαι·","t":"I endured toils,\nI endured pains\nof many tears,\nbearing on my shoulders\nmy motherland.\nThe ground was sprinkled\nwith the sweat of my limbs\nas they struggled\nday after day;\nmy bed was sprinkled\nwith the drops of my eyes\nas they lamented\nnight after night.\nAs many temples\nas were built, Lord,\nfor your holy\nrites,\nto all of them I went,\na suppliant, face down,\nthe floor with my eyelids'\nmoisture wetting,\nthat I might not meet\nwith an empty journey;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.436 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 11; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-436)."},"synesius-hymni/3.459":{"o":"ἱκέτευσα θεούς\nδρηστῆρας, ὅσοι\nγονόεν Θρήκης\nκατέχουσι πέδον,\nοἵ τ᾽ ἀντιπέρην\nΚαλχηδονίας\nἐφέπουσι γύας,\nοὓς ἀγγελικαῖς\nἔστεψας, ἄναξ,\nαὐγαῖσι, τεοὺς\nἱεροὺς προπόλους.\nσύν μοι μάκαρες\nἐλάβοντο λιτᾶν,\nσύν μοι πολέων\nἐλάβοντο πόνων.\nοὐ μοι ζωὰ\nτάμος δὲ φίλα\nδιὰ γᾶν πατρίαν\nστυφελιζομέναν,\nτὰν ἐξ ἀχέων\nἔστασας, ἄναξ,\nαὐτὸς ἀγήρως,\nκοίρανε κόσμου.","t":"I entreated the gods\nwho serve you, all who\nthe fertile plain\nof Thrace hold,\nand those who, across the strait,\nthe fields of Chalcedon\ntend,\nwhom with angelic\nrays you crowned, Lord,\nyour own\nholy ministers.\nWith me the blessed ones\ntook up my prayers,\nwith me in many\ntoils they shared.\nLife was not dear to me\nat that time,\nbecause my fatherland\nwas being battered;\nbut it, out of its griefs,\nyou set upright, Lord,\nyou yourself, the ageless,\nLord of the world.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.459 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 12; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-459)."},"synesius-hymni/3.482":{"o":"ἤδη ψυχᾶς\nἀποτρυομένας,\nἤδη μελέων\nκατερειπομένων\nὑπέρεισας ἐμὰν\nἄρθρων δύναμιν,\nτλάμονι ψυχᾷ\nμένος ἐμπνεύσας·\nκαμάτων δὲ γλυκὺ\nεὗρε τέκμωρ\nκατὰ θυμὸν ἐμὸν,\nἔργοισιν, ἄναξ,\nὀπάσας δολιχῶν\nἄμπαυμα πόνων.\nτὰ σὰ πάντα, μάκαρ,\nΛιβύεσσι σάου\nἐς μηκεδανὸν\nμήρυμα χρόνου,\nδιὰ σᾶς μνάμαν\nεὐεργεσίας,\nδιά τε ψυχὰν\nαἰνὰ παθοῖσαν·\nἱκέτα δὲ δίδου\nβιοτὰν ἀσινῆ,\nλύε με μόχθων,\nλύε με νούσων,\nλύε μερίμνων\nκηριτρεφέων·","t":"When my soul was already\nworn out,\nwhen my limbs were already\ncollapsing,\nyou propped up my\nstrength of joints,\ninto my wretched soul\nbreathing vigor;\nand for my toils a sweet\nend was found\nas my heart desired,\nfor to my labors, Lord,\nyou granted, from long\ntoils, a rest.\nAll that is yours, Blessed One,\nkeep safe for the Libyans\nto a long\nthread of time,\nfor the memory of your\nkindness,\nand for the sake of the soul\nthat suffered terribly;\nand to your suppliant give\na life unharmed;\nfree me from toils,\nfree me from diseases,\nfree me from cares\nthat feed death;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.482 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 12; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-482)."},"synesius-hymni/3.510":{"o":"νεῦσον νοεράν\nπροπόλῳ ζωάν.\nμή μοι χθονίους\nὄμβρους ἀφένου\nκρήνειας, ἄναξ,\nἵνα μὴ τὰ θεοῦ\nἄσχολος εἴην·\nμηδὲ κατηφὴς\nπενία μελάθροις\nἐγχριμπτομένα\nπερὶ γᾶν ἕλκοι\nφροντίδα θυμοῦ.\nἄμφω ψυχὰν\nβρίθει περὶ γᾶν·\nἄμφω δὲ νόου\nἐπίληθα πέλει,\nὅτε μὴ σύ, μάκαρ,\nὀρέγοις ἀλκάν.\nΝαί, πάτερ, ἁγνᾶς\nπαγὰ σοφίας,\nλάμψον πραπίσιν\nἀπὸ σῶν κόλπων\nνοερὸν φέγγος·\nστράψον κραδίᾳ\nἀπὸ σᾶς ἀλκᾶς\nσοφίας αὐγὰν\nκαὶ τὰν ἐπὶ σοὶ\nἱερὰν ἀτραπόν·","t":"grant an intellectual\nlife to your minister.\nDo not on me earthly\nshowers of wealth\npour down, Lord,\nso that I may not, for the things of God,\nlack leisure;\nnor let downcast\npoverty, to my house\ndrawing near,\ndrag down to earth\nthe care of my heart.\nBoth weigh the soul\ndown toward earth;\nboth make the mind\nforgetful,\nwhen you, Blessed One,\ndo not hold out your strength.\nYes, Father, of pure\nwisdom the Source,\nshine into my mind\nfrom your bosom\nintellectual light;\nflash into my heart\nfrom your might\nthe radiance of wisdom\nand the holy path\nthat leads to you;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.510 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 12; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-510)."},"synesius-hymni/3.538":{"o":"σύνθημα δίδου\nσφραγῖδα τεάν,\nκηριτρεφέας\nδαίμονας ὕλας\nσεύων ζωᾶς\nεὐχᾶς τ᾽ ἀπ᾽ ἐμᾶς·\nκαὶ σῶμα σάου\nἀρτεμὲς, ἐχθραῖς\nἄβατον λώβαις·\nκαὶ πνεῦμα σάου\nἀμόλυντον, ἄναξ.\nἩ μὰν ἤδη\nδνοφερὰν ὕλας\nκηλῖδα φέρω·\nἔχομαι δὲ πόθοις,\nχθονίοις δεσμοῖς.\nΣὺ δὲ ῥύσιος εἶ,\nσὺ καθάρσιος εἶ·\nἀπόλυε κακῶν,\nἀπόλυε νόσων,\nἀπόλυε πέδας·\nσὸν σπέρμα φέρω,\nεὐηγενέος\nσπινθῆρα νόου,\nἐς βάθος ὕλας\nκατακεκλιμένον·","t":"give me as a token\nyour seal,\nthe death-feeding\ndaemons of matter\ndriving from my life\nand from my prayer;\nand keep my body\nsound, by hostile\ninjuries untouched;\nand keep my spirit\nundefiled, Lord.\nTruly, already\nthe dark stain of matter\nI carry;\nI am held by longings,\nby earthly bonds.\nBut you are the Deliverer,\nyou are the Purifier;\nrelease me from evils,\nrelease me from diseases,\nrelease my fetters;\nyour seed I carry,\nof a noble-born\nmind the spark,\ninto the depth of matter\nsunk down;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.538 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 13; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-538)."},"synesius-hymni/3.55":{"o":"τὰν οὔτ᾽ ἄθεον\nπνεῦμα μολύνει,\nοὔτε χαράσσει\nἴχνος ἀνθρώπων\nἀστυμερίμνων·\nἵνα σοι ψυχὰ\nκαθαρὰ παθέων,\nλύσασα πόθους,\nλήξασα πόνων,\nλήξασα γόων,\nθυμῶν, ἐρίδων,\nὅσα κηριτρεφῆ\nἀποσεισαμένα\nκαθαρᾷ γλώσσᾳ\nγνώμῃ θ᾽ ὁσίᾳ\nτὸν ὀφειλόμενον\nὕμνον ἀποίσῃ.\nΕὐφαμείτω\nαἰθὴρ καὶ γᾶ·\nστάτω πόντος,\nστάτω δ᾽ ἀήρ·\nλήγετε πνοιαὶ\nβαλίων ἀνέμων,\nλήγετε ῥιπαὶ\nγυρῶν ῥοθίων,\nποταμῶν προχοαί,\nκραναὶ λιβάδες.","t":"which neither a godless\nbreath defiles,\nnor does the footprint\nof city-anxious men\nmark it,\nso that to you my soul,\npure of passions,\nhaving loosed its longings,\nhaving ceased from toils,\nhaving ceased from laments,\nangers, strifes,\nall that feeds death,\nhaving shaken them off,\nwith pure tongue\nand holy mind\nmay render the hymn\nthat is owed.\nLet there be holy silence\nin ether and earth;\nlet the sea stand still,\nand let the air stand still;\ncease, you breaths\nof the swift winds,\ncease, you rushings\nof the curving surf,\noutpourings of rivers,\nsprings from the rocks.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.55 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 7; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-55)."},"synesius-hymni/3.564":{"o":"σὺ γὰρ ἐν κόσμῳ\nκατέθου ψυχάν,\nδιὰ δὲ ψυχᾶς\nἐν σώματι νοῦν\nἔσπειρας, ἄναξ.\nτὰν σὰν κούραν\nἐλέαιρε, μάκαρ·\nκατέβαν ἀπὸ σοῦ\nχθονὶ θητεῦσαι·\nἀντὶ δὲ θῆσσας\nγενόμαν δούλα·\nὕλα με μάγοις\nἐπέδησε τέχναις.\nἔτι μὰν ἔνι μοι\nβαιόν τι μένος\nκρυφίας γλήνας·\nοὔπω πᾶσαν\nἔσβεσεν ἀλκάν·\nκέχυται δὲ πολὺς\nἐφύπερθε κλύδων,\nἀλαῶπα τιθεὶς\nτὰν θεοδερκῆ.\nἐλέαιρε, πάτερ,\nκούραν ἱκέτιν,\nτὰν πολλάκι δὴ\nνοεραῖς ἀνόδοις\nἐπιβαλλομέναν\nλαμυρᾶς ὕλας\nἵμερος ἄγχει.","t":"for you in the world\nset down the soul,\nand through the soul\nin the body mind\nyou sowed, Lord.\nYour daughter\npity, Blessed One;\nI came down from you\nto serve on earth for hire;\nbut instead of a hired servant\nI became a slave;\nmatter with magic\narts has bound me.\nYet still there is in me\nsome little strength\nof the hidden eye;\nnot yet all\nits might has it quenched;\nbut a great flood is poured\nover it,\nmaking blind\nthe eye that sees God.\nPity, Father,\nyour suppliant daughter,\nwhom often,\non the ascents of mind\nas she sets out,\na longing for greedy matter\nchokes.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.564 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 13; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-564)."},"synesius-hymni/3.593":{"o":"σὺ δὲ λάμψον, ἄναξ,\nἀνάγωγα φάη·\nἅψον δὲ σέλας\nκαὶ πυρκαϊάν,\nσπέρμα τὸ βαιὸν\nαὔξων ἐν ἐμῷ\nκράτος ἀώτῳ.\nθρονισόν με, πάτερ,\nφωτὸς ἐν ἀλκᾷ\nζωηφορίου,\nἵνα χεῖρα φύσις\nοὐκ ἐπιβάλλει,\nὅθεν οὐκέτι γᾶ,\nοὐ μοιραία\nκλῶσις ἀνάγκας\nπαλίνορσον ἄγει.\nλιπέτω, φυγέτω\nδολερὰ γένεσις\nθεράποντα τεόν·\nἐμέθεν δέ, πάτερ,\nχθονίου τε κλόνου\nπῦρ μέσον εἴη.\nνεῦσον, γενέτα,\nνεῦσον προπόλῳ\nἤδη νοερὰς\nπετάσαι ταρσούς·","t":"But you, Lord, shine\nlights that lead upward;\nkindle a flame\nand a blaze,\nthe little seed\nincreasing in my\ninmost flower, its strength.\nEnthrone me, Father,\nin the might of light\nthat bears life,\nwhere nature\nlays no hand,\nfrom where no longer earth,\nnor the fated\nspinning of Necessity\nbrings me back again.\nLet it leave, let it flee,\ndeceitful Generation,\nfrom your servant;\nand between me, Father,\nand the earthly turmoil\nlet fire stand in the middle.\nGrant, Begetter,\ngrant to your minister\nnow intellectual\nwings to spread;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.593 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 13; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-593)."},"synesius-hymni/3.619":{"o":"ἤδη φερέτω\nσφραγῖδα πατρὸς\nἱκέτις ψυχά,\nδεῖμα μὲν ἐχθροῖς\nδαίμοσιν, οἳ γᾶς\nἀπὸ κευθμώνων\nἀναπαλλόμενοι\nπνείουσι βροτοῖς\nἀθέους ὁρμάς,\nσύνθημα δὲ σοῖς\nἁγνοῖς προπόλοις,\nοἳ κατὰ κλεινοῦ\nβένθεα κόσμου\nπυρίων ἀνόδων\nκληϊδοφόροι,\nἵνα μοι φάεος\nπετάσωσι πύλας·\nἔτι δ᾽ ἀλεμάτας\nἐπὶ γᾶς ἕρπων\nμὴ χθονὸς εἴην·\nπυρίων δ᾽ ἔργων\nκαὶ τῇδε δίδου\nμάρτυρα καρπὸν,\nὀμφὰς ἀτρεκεῖς\nὅσα τ᾽ ἐν ψυχαῖς\nτὰν ἀμβροσίαν\nἐλπίδα θάλπει.\nΜετά μοι μέλεται\nχθονίας βιοτᾶς·","t":"now let it bear\nthe Father's seal,\nmy suppliant soul,\na terror to the hostile\ndaemons, who from the earth's\nhiding places\nleaping up\nbreathe into mortals\ngodless impulses,\nand a token to your\npure ministers,\nwho through the glorious\nworld's depths\nof the fiery ascents\nare the key-bearers,\nthat for me, of light\nthey may open the gates.\nAnd still, a wanderer\ncreeping on the earth,\nmay I not be of the earth;\nof fiery works\nhere too grant\nthe fruit as witness,\ntrue voices,\nand all that in souls\nthe immortal\nhope keeps warm.\nI repent of\nearthly life:","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.619 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 14; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-619)."},"synesius-hymni/3.648":{"o":"ἔρρετε λῆμαι\nἀθέων μερόπων,\nπτολίων τε κράτη·\nἔρρετε πᾶσαι\nἆται γλυκεραὶ\nἄχαρίς τε χάρις,\nοἶσιν ψυχὰν\nθωπευομέναν\nγᾶ λάτριν ἔχει·\nἁ μέγα δειλὰ\nἰδίων τ᾽ ἀγαθῶν\nἔπιεν λάθαν,\nμέχρις ἐγκύρσῃ\nφθονερᾷ μερίδι·\nδοιὰς γὰρ ἔχει\nμαστροπὸς ὕλα·\nὃς δὲ τραπέζας\nἐπορεξάμενος\nμελιχρῶν ἔθιγεν,\nἢ μέγα κλαύσει\nπικρὰν μερίδα\nτῶν ἀντίξων\nσυνεφελκομένων·\nὅδε γὰρ χθονίας\nθεσμὸς ἀνάγκας\nδιχόθεν θνατοῖς\nβίον οἰνοχοεῖ·","t":"away with you, ambitions\nof godless mortals,\nand powers of cities;\naway with you, all\nsweet follies of ruin,\nand graceless grace,\nby which the soul,\nflattered,\nearth holds as its hireling;\nshe, very wretched,\nof her own goods\nhas drunk forgetfulness,\nuntil she meets\nwith an envious portion;\nfor two portions\nmatter, the procuress, holds.\nAnd whoever, for the tables\nreaching out,\nhas touched the honeyed food,\nwill weep greatly\nat the bitter portion\nof the opposites\ndrawn along with it;\nfor this is the law\nof earthly Necessity:\nfrom two sides for mortals\nit pours out life like wine.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.648 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 14; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-648)."},"synesius-hymni/3.675":{"o":"τὸ δ᾽ ἀκηράσιον\nἀμιγές τ᾽ ἀγαθὸν\nθεὸς ἢ τὰ θεοῦ.\nΜεθύοισα γλυκεῖ\nκρητῆρι γύας\nἔψαυσα κακῶν,\nἐνέκυρσα παγᾷ,\nἐδάην ἄταν\nἐπιμηθειάδα·\nστυγέω δὲ νόμους\nἀλλοπροσάλλους,\nἐς τὸν ἀκηδῆ\nλειμῶνα πατρὸς\nσπεύδων τανύω\nφυγάδας ταρσούς,\nφυγάδας διδύμων\nὕλας δώρων.\nἼδε με, ζωᾶς\nνοερᾶς ταμία,\nἴδε σὰν ἱκέτιν\nψυχὰν ἐπὶ γᾶς\nνοεραῖς ἀνόδοις\nἐπιβαλλομέναν·\nσὺ δὲ λάμψον, ἄναξ,\nἀνάγωγα φάη\nπτερὰ κοῦφα διδούς·","t":"But the undefiled\nand unmixed good\nis God, or the things of God.\nDrunk from a sweet\nmixing-bowl, the fields\nof evils I touched,\nI fell into the snare,\nI learned the ruin\nof Epimetheus;\nI loathe the laws\nthat veer this way and that;\nto the carefree\nmeadow of the Father\nhastening, I stretch\nfugitive wings,\nfugitive from the twin\ngifts of matter.\nLook on me, of intellectual\nlife the Steward,\nlook on your suppliant,\na soul on earth\non intellectual ascents\nsetting out;\nand you, Lord, shine\nlights that lead upward,\ngiving light wings;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.675 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 14; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-675)."},"synesius-hymni/3.701":{"o":"ἄμμα δὲ κόψον,\nχάλασον περόναν\nδιδύμων παθέων,\nοἶσιν ψυχὰν\nδολόεσσα φύσις\nκάμπτει κατὰ γᾶς·\nδός με φυγοῖσαν\nσώματος ἄταν\nθοὸν ἅλμα βαλεῖν\nἐπὶ σὰς αὐλάς,\nἐπὶ σοὺς κόλπους,\nὅθεν ἁ ψυχᾶς\nπρορέει παγά.\nλιβὰς οὐρανία\nκέχυμαι κατὰ γᾶς·\nπαγᾷ με δίδου,\nὅθεν ἐξεχύθην\nφυγὰς ἀλῆτις.\nνεῦσον προγόνῳ\nφωτὶ μιγῆναι·\nνεῦσον δ᾽ ὑπὸ σοὶ\nταμιευομέναν\nσὺν ἄνακτι χορῷ\nἀνάγειν ὁσίως\nνοεροὺς ὕμνους·\nνεῦσον δέ, πάτερ,\nφωτὶ μιγεῖσαν\nμηκέτι δῦναι\nἐς χθονὸς ἄταν.","t":"cut the knot,\nloosen the clasp\nof the twin passions,\nby which the soul\ndeceitful Nature\nbends down to earth;\ngrant that, having fled\nthe ruin of the body,\nI may make a swift leap\nto your courts,\nto your bosom,\nfrom where the soul's\nspring flows forth.\nA heavenly drop,\nI have been poured out upon the earth;\ngive me back to the spring\nfrom which I was poured,\na wandering exile.\nGrant that with the primal\nlight I may be mingled;\ngrant that, under you\nkept in stewardship,\nwith the royal choir\nI may bring up in holiness\nintellectual hymns;\ngrant, Father,\nthat, mingled with the light,\nI may sink no more\ninto the ruin of earth.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.701 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 15; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-701)."},"synesius-hymni/3.730":{"o":"ὄφρα δὲ ζωᾶς\nὑλοδιαίτου\nδεσμοῖσι μένω,\nπραεῖα, μάκαρ,\nβόσκοι με τύχα.","t":"And while, of a life\nspent in matter,\nin the bonds I remain,\nmay a gentle fortune, Blessed One,\nnourish me.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.730 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 15; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-730)."},"synesius-hymni/3.82":{"o":"ἐχέτω σιγὰ\nκόσμου λαγόνας,\nἱερευομένων\nἁγίων ὕμνων·\nδύτω κατὰ γᾶς\nὀφίων σύρμος,\nδύτω κατὰ γᾶς\nκαὶ πτανὸς ὄφις,\nδαίμων ὕλας,\nνεφέλα ψυχᾶς,\nεἰδωλοχαρής,\nεὐχαῖς σκύλακας\nἐπιθωΰσσων.\nσὺ πάτερ, σὺ μάκαρ,\nσὺ ψυχοβόρους\nἀπέρυκε κύνας\nψυχᾶς ἀπ᾽ ἐμᾶς,\nεὐχᾶς ἀπ᾽ ἐμᾶς,\nζωᾶς ἀπ᾽ ἐμᾶς,\nἔργων ἀπ᾽ ἐμῶν.\nἁ δ᾽ ἁμετέρα\nπραπίδων λοιβὰ\nσοῖς ἐριτίμοις\nμελέτω προπόλοις,\nπορθμεῦσι σοφοῖς\nἁγίων ὕμνων.\nἬδη φέρομαι\nἐπὶ βαλβίδας\nἱερῶν ἐπέων·","t":"Let silence hold\nthe flanks of the world,\nwhile the holy hymns\nare offered in sacrifice.\nLet it sink beneath the earth,\nthe trail of serpents;\nlet it sink beneath the earth,\nthe winged serpent too,\nthe daemon of matter,\nthe cloud of the soul,\ndelighting in idols,\nthat sets its hounds\nbaying at prayers.\nYou, Father, you, Blessed One,\nthe soul-devouring\nhounds drive away\nfrom my soul,\nfrom my prayer,\nfrom my life,\nfrom my works.\nAnd may our\nlibation of the heart\nbe a care to your\nmuch-honored ministers,\nthe wise ferrymen\nof holy hymns.\nNow I am borne\nto the starting-line\nof sacred words;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.82 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 7; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-82)."},"synesius-hymni/4.1":{"o":"Σὲ μὲν ἀρχομένας,\nσὲ δ᾽ ἀεξομένας,\nσὲ δὲ μεσσοίσας,\nσὲ δὲ παυομένας\nἀοῦς ἱερᾶς,\nζαθέας νυκτὸς\nμέλπω, γενέτα,\nπαίων ψυχῶν,\nπαίων γυίων,\nδῶτορ σοφίας,\nἐλατὴρ νούσων,\nδῶτορ ψυχαῖς\nἀπόνου βιοτᾶς,\nἂν μὴ στείβει\nχθονία φροντίς,\nμάτηρ ἀχέων,\nμάτηρ παθέων,\nὧν μοι ζωὰ\nκαθαρὰ μενέτω,\nἵνα τὰν πάντων\nκρυφίαν ῥίζαν\nὑμνοῖσα λέγω,\nμηδ᾽ ἀπαγωγοῖς\nἄτῃσι θεοῦ\nνοσφιζοίμην.\nΣέ, μάκαρ, μέλπω,\nκοίρανε κόσμου·","t":"You at the beginning,\nyou at the growing,\nyou at the midst,\nyou at the ending\nof holy dawn\nand of sacred night\nI sing, Begetter,\nHealer of souls,\nHealer of limbs,\nGiver of wisdom,\nDriver-away of diseases,\nGiver to souls\nof a life free of toil,\nwhich earthly care\ndoes not tread,\nmother of griefs,\nmother of passions;\nfrom these may my life\nremain pure,\nthat of all things\nthe hidden root\nI may tell in hymns,\nand by no misleading\nfollies from God\nbe cut off.\nYou, Blessed One, I sing,\nLord of the world;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 4.1 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 15; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/4-1)."},"synesius-hymni/4.106":{"o":"ἵνα γὰρ προχυθῇ\nἐπὶ παιδὶ πατήρ,\nαὐτὰ πρόχυσις\nεὕρετο βλάστην·\nἔστη δὲ μέσα\nθεὸς ἐκ τε θεοῦ·\n[διὰ παῖδά τε καὶ\nδιὰ τὰν κλεινὰν\nπατρὸς ἀθανάτου\nπρόχυσιν υἱὸς\nεὕρετο βλάστην.]\nΜονὰς εἶ τριὰς ὤν,\nμονὰς ἅ γε μένεις\nκαὶ τριὰς εἶ δή.\nνοερὰ δὲ τομὰ\nἄσχιστον ἔτι\nτὸ μερισθὲν ἔχει·\nπροθορὼν δὲ μένει\nγόνος ἐν γενέτᾳ,\nκαὶ πάλιν ἔξω\nτὰ πατρὸς διέπει\nκόσμοις κατάγων\nὄλβον ζωᾶς,\nὅθεν αὐτὸς ἔχει·\nλόγος, ὃν μεγάλῳ\nπατρὶ συνυμνῶ,\nνόος ἀρρήτου\nτίκτει σε πατρός·","t":"For so that there might be poured forth\nupon the Son the Father,\nthe outpouring itself\nfound a sprouting;\nand she stood in the middle,\nGod from God.\n[Through the Son and\nthrough the glorious\nof the immortal Father\noutpouring, the Son\nfound a sprouting.]\nYou are Monad, being Triad;\na Monad who remains\nand are Triad indeed.\nAnd an intellectual division\nkeeps still unsplit\nwhat has been divided;\nand, leaping forth, there remains\nthe Offspring in the Begetter,\nand again outside\ngoverns the Father's things,\nbringing down to the worlds\nthe wealth of life\nfrom where he himself has it.\nO Word, whom with the great\nFather I hymn together,\nthe Mind of the unutterable\nFather begets you;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 4.106 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 16; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/4-106)."},"synesius-hymni/4.134":{"o":"καὶ σὺ κυηθεὶς\nλόγος εἶ γενέτου,\nπρῶτος πρώτας\nπροθορὼν ῥίζας,\nῥίζα δὲ πάντων\nτῶν μετὰ κλεινὰν\nτὰν σὰν γένναν·\nμονὰς ἄρρητος,\nσπέρμα τὸ πάντων\nσπέρμα σε πάντων\nἐσπέρμηνεν·\nσὺ γὰρ ἐν πᾶσι·\nδιὰ σοῦ δὲ φύσις\nὑπάτα, μεσάτα,\nνεάτα τε θεοῦ\nἀπέλαυσε πατρὸς\nἀγαθῶν δώρων\nγονίμου ζωᾶς.\nΣοὶ μὲν ἀγήρως\nἄπονον τροχιὰν\nσφαῖρα κυλίνδει·\nὑπὸ σὰν τάξιν\nκύτεος μεγάλου\nβριαραῖς δίναις\nἑβδομὰς ἄστρων\nἀντιχορεύει·","t":"and you, conceived,\nare the Word of the Begetter,\nfirst from the first\nRoot leaping forth,\nand root of all\nthat came after your glorious\nbirth.\nThe ineffable Monad,\nSeed of all things,\nas the seed of all things\nhas sown you;\nfor you are in all;\nand through you nature,\nhighest, middle,\nand lowest, of God\nthe Father has enjoyed\nthe good gifts\nof fruitful life.\nFor you the ageless\nsphere its effortless\ncourse rolls;\nunder your order,\nof the great vault\nin mighty whirls,\nthe seven of the stars\ndances in counter-motion;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 4.134 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 17; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/4-134)."},"synesius-hymni/4.160":{"o":"τὰ δὲ πολλὰ μίαν\nπτύχα καλλύνει\nφέγγεα κόσμου\nδιὰ σὰν βουλάν,\nγόνε κύδιστε·\nσὺ γὰρ ἀμφιθέων\nκύτος οὐράνιον,\nδρόμον αἰώνων\nἄλυτον συνέχεις·\nὑπὸ σοῖς δέ, μάκαρ,\nἁγίοις θεσμοῖς\nἐν ἀπειροβαθοῦς\nαἴθρας λαγόσι\nπολιῶν ἄστρων\nἀγέλα νέμεται.\nΣὺ μὲν οὐρανίοις,\nσὺ δ᾽ ἐνηερίοις,\nσὺ δ᾽ ἐπιχθονίοις,\nσὺ δ᾽ ὑποχθονίοις\nἔργα μερίζεις,\nζωάν τε νέμεις.\nσὺ νόου πρύτανις\nταμίας τε θεοῖς\nθνατῶν θ᾽ ὁπόσοι\nνοερᾶς μοίρας\nἔσπασαν ὄμβρους·","t":"and one fold the many\nlights of the world\nadorn,\nby your counsel,\nmost glorious Offspring;\nfor you, running round\nthe heavenly vault,\nthe course of the aeons\nhold together unbroken;\nand under your, Blessed One,\nholy laws,\nin the boundless-deep\nflanks of the clear sky\nof the grey stars\nthe herd is pastured.\nYou to the heavenly,\nyou to those in the air,\nyou to those on earth,\nyou to those under the earth\napportion their works\nand distribute life.\nYou are president of Mind\nand steward for the gods\nand for as many mortals\nas of the intellectual portion\nhave drawn the showers;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 4.160 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 17; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/4-160)."},"synesius-hymni/4.186":{"o":"σὺ ψυχοδότας\nοἷς ἐκ ψυχᾶς\nτέταται ζωὰ\nκαὶ φύσις ἀκμῆς·\nἀλαὸν ψυχᾶς\nβλάστημα τεᾶς\nκρέμαται σειρᾶς·\nχὠπόσα τᾶς σᾶς\nστέρεται πνοιᾶς,\nἀπὸ σῶν κόλπων\nδρέπεται συνοχὰν\nπορθμευομέναν\nδιὰ σᾶς ἀλκᾶς\nἐξ ἀρρήτων\nπατρικῶν κόλπων\nκρυφίας μονάδος,\nὅθεν ὁ ζωᾶς\nὀχετὸς προρέων\nφέρεται μέχρι γᾶς\nδιὰ σᾶς ἀλκᾶς,\nδι᾽ ἀτεκμάρτων\nνοερῶν κόσμων·\nἔνθεν δέχεται\nκαταβαίνοισαν\nἀγαθῶν κράναν\nνοεροῦ μορφά,\nκόσμος ὁρατός.","t":"you are the Soul-giver\nto those in whom from soul\nlife is stretched\nand the nature of vigor;\nthe blind\nsprout of your soul\nhangs from your chain;\nand all that\nlacks your breath\nfrom your bosom\ndraws its cohesion,\nferried across\nthrough your might\nfrom the unutterable\nbosom of the Father,\nof the hidden Monad,\nwhence the channel\nof life, flowing forth,\nis borne down to earth\nthrough your might,\nthrough the untraceable\nintellectual worlds;\nfrom there receives\nthe descending\nspring of good things,\nthe form of the intellectual world,\nthe visible world.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 4.186 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 17; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/4-186)."},"synesius-hymni/4.213":{"o":"Ἅλιον οὗτος\nδεύτερον ἔσχεν\nὑστεροφεγγοῦς\nφωτὸς γενέταν,\nὀμματολαμπῆ\nτᾶς γινομένας\nκαὶ φθειρομένας\nταμίαν ὕλας,\nυἱοῦ νοεροῦ\nτύπον αἰσθητόν,\nἀγαθῶν παροχὰν\nἐγκοσμογενῶν\nδιὰ σὰν βουλάν,\nγόνε κύδιστε.\nΠάτερ ἄγνωστε,\nπάτερ ἄρρητε,\nἄγνωστε νόῳ,\nἄρρητε λόγῳ,\nνόος ἐσσὶ νόου,\nψυχᾶν ψυχά,\nφύσις εἶ φυσίων.\nγόνυ σοι κάμπτων\nἴδε τοῦτο, λάτρις\nπίπτω κατὰ γᾶς\nἱκέτας ἀλαός·\nσὺ δέ, φωτοδότα\nφωτὸς νοεροῦ,\nἐλέαιρε, μάκαρ,\nἱκέτιν ψυχάν·","t":"This world has the sun\nas a second\nbegetter of later-shining\nlight,\neye-bright,\nof the coming-to-be\nand perishing\nmatter the steward,\nof the intellectual Son\nthe visible image,\nthe provider of good things\nborn within the world,\nby your counsel,\nmost glorious Offspring.\nUnknown Father,\nunutterable Father,\nunknown to mind,\nunutterable to word,\nyou are Mind of mind,\nSoul of souls,\nNature of natures.\nBending my knee to you,\nsee, I, your servant,\nfall to the ground,\na blind suppliant;\nbut you, light-giver\nof intellectual light,\npity, Blessed One,\na suppliant soul;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 4.213 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 18; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/4-213)."},"synesius-hymni/4.242":{"o":"σεῦε δὲ νούσους,\nσεῦε μερίμνας\nτὰς ψυχοβόρους,\nσεῦε δ᾽ ἀναιδῆ\nκύνα τὸν χθόνιον,\nδαίμονα γαίας\nψυχᾶς ἀπ᾽ ἐμᾶς,\nεὐχᾶς ἀπ᾽ ἐμᾶς,\nζωᾶς ἀπ᾽ ἐμᾶς,\nἔργων ἀπ᾽ ἐμῶν.\nσώματος ἔξω,\nπνεύματος ἔξω,\nπάντων ἔξω\nτῶν ἁμετέρων\nδαίμων μενέτω·\nλιπέτω, φυγέτω\nδαίμων ὕλας,\nπαθέων ἀλκά,\nἀνάγωγον ὁδὸν\nδιατειχίζων,\nτὰς θεοδιφεῖς\nβλάπτων ὁρμάς·","t":"drive away diseases,\ndrive away cares\nthat devour the soul,\ndrive away the shameless\nearthly hound,\nthe daemon of the earth,\nfrom my soul,\nfrom my prayer,\nfrom my life,\nfrom my works.\nOutside my body,\noutside my spirit,\noutside all\nthat is ours\nlet the daemon remain;\nlet him leave, let him flee,\nthe daemon of matter,\nthe might of the passions,\nthe upward-leading road\nwalling off,\nand the God-seeking\nimpulses harming.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 4.242 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 18; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/4-242)."},"synesius-hymni/4.264":{"o":"ἕταρον δὲ δίδου\nξυνωνὸν, ἄναξ,\nἁγίας ἅγιον\nἄγγελον ἀλκᾶς,\nἄγγελον εὐχᾶς\nτᾶς θεολαμποῦς,\nφίλον ἐσθλοδόταν,\nφύλακα ψυχᾶς,\nφύλακα ζωᾶς,\nεὐχᾶν φρουρόν,\nἔργων φρουρόν·\nσῶμα δὲ σώζοι\nκαθαρὸν νούσων,\nπνεῦμα δὲ σώζοι\nκαθαρὸν λώβας,\nψυχᾷ δ᾽ ἐπάγοι\nπαθέων λάθαν,\nἵνα καὶ ζωὰν\nτὰν γαιοτραφῆ\nτοῖς σοῖς ὕμνοις\nπιαίνηται\nταρσὸς ψυχᾶς·","t":"And give me as a companion,\na partner, Lord,\na holy one of holy\nstrength, an angel,\nan angel of prayer,\nof God-illumined prayer,\na friend who gives good things,\nguardian of soul,\nguardian of life,\nwatcher of prayers,\nwatcher of works;\nmay he keep my body\npure of diseases,\nmay he keep my spirit\npure of outrage,\nand bring to my soul\nforgetfulness of passions,\nso that even in the life\nthat earth nourishes\nby your hymns\nmay grow rich\nthe wing of the soul;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 4.264 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 18; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/4-264)."},"synesius-hymni/4.28":{"o":"γᾶ σιγάτω\nἐπὶ σοῖς ὕμνοις,\nἐπὶ σαῖς εὐχαῖς\nεὐφαμείτω\nὅσα κόσμος ἔχει·\nσὰ γὰρ ἔργα, πάτερ·\nκαταπαυέσθω\nἀνέμων ῥοῖζος,\nἦχος δένδρων,\nθρόος ὀρνίθων·\nἥσυχος αἰθήρ,\nἥσυχος ἀήρ\nκλυέτω μολπᾶς·\nὑδάτων δὲ χύσις\nἄψοφος ἤδη\nστήτω κατὰ γᾶς.\nοἱ δ᾽ ἐμπόδιοι\nἁγίων ὕμνων\nκευθμωνοχαρεῖς\nκαὶ τυμβονόμοι\nδαίμονες ἤδη\nφυγέτωσαν ἐμὰν\nὁσίαν εὐχάν·","t":"let earth be silent\nat your hymns;\nat your prayers\nlet all keep holy silence\nthat the world holds;\nfor they are your works, Father.\nLet it cease,\nthe whirring of winds,\nthe sound of trees,\nthe clamor of birds;\nlet the ether in quiet,\nlet the air in quiet\nhear the song;\nand let the pouring of the waters,\nnow soundless,\nstand still on the earth.\nAnd those who hinder\nholy hymns,\ndelighting in hidden dens\nand haunting tombs,\nthe daemons, now\nlet them flee my\nholy prayer.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 4.28 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 16; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/4-28)."},"synesius-hymni/4.286":{"o":"ἵνα καὶ ζωὰν\nτὰν μετὰ μοίρας,\nτὰν μετὰ δεσμοὺς\nτοὺς χθονοβριθεῖς,\nκαθαρὰν ὕλας,\nὅσον ἐξανύω\nἐπὶ σὰς αὐλάς,\nἐπὶ σοὺς κόλπους,\nὅθεν ἁ ψυχᾶς\nπρορέει παγά.\nΣὺ δὲ χεῖρα δίδου,\nσὺ κάλει, σύ, μάκαρ,\nὕλας ἄναγε\nἱκέτιν ψυχάν.","t":"and so that also the life\nafter my fate,\nafter the bonds\nthat weigh down to earth,\npure of matter,\nI may travel through\nto your courts,\nto your bosom,\nfrom where the soul's\nspring flows forth.\nGive me your hand,\ncall me, you, Blessed One,\nout of matter lead up\nyour suppliant soul.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 4.286 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 19; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/4-286)."},"synesius-hymni/4.51":{"o":"ἀγαθοὶ δ᾽ ὁπόσοι\nμάκαρες νοεροῦ\nπρόπολοι γενέτου\nκατέχουσι βάθη\nἄκρα τε κόσμου,\nὕμνων ἵλεῳ\nπεύθοιντο πατρός,\nἵλεῳ δὲ λιτὰς\nἀνάγοιεν ἐμάς.\nΜονὰς ὦ μονάδων,\nπάτερ ὦ πατέρων,\nἀρχῶν ἀρχά,\nπαγῶν παγά,\nῥιζῶν ῥίζα,\nἀγαθῶν ἀγαθόν,\nἄστρων ἄστρον,\nκόσμων κόσμε,\nἰδεῶν ἰδέα,\nβύθιον κάλλος,\nκρύφιον σπέρμα,\nπάτερ αἰώνων,\nπάτερ ἀφθέγκτων\nνοερῶν κόσμων,\nὅθεν ἀμβροσία\nσταλάοισα πνοά,\nσώματος ὄγκοις\nἐπινηξαμένα,\nδεύτερον ἤδη\nκόσμον ἀνάπτει.","t":"But all the good,\nblessed ministers\nof the intellectual Begetter,\nwho hold the depths\nand the heights of the world,\ngraciously of the hymns\nto the Father may they learn,\nand graciously bring up\nmy prayers.\nO Monad of monads,\nO Father of fathers,\nBeginning of beginnings,\nSource of sources,\nRoot of roots,\nGood of goods,\nStar of stars,\nWorld of worlds,\nIdea of ideas,\nBeauty of the depth,\nhidden Seed,\nFather of the aeons,\nFather of the unutterable\nintellectual worlds,\nfrom whom an ambrosial\nBreath, distilling,\nupon the masses of body\nfloating,\nkindles now\na second world.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 4.51 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 16; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/4-51)."},"synesius-hymni/4.80":{"o":"Ὑμνῶ σε, μάκαρ,\nκαὶ διὰ φωνᾶς,\nὑμνῶ σε, μάκαρ,\nκαὶ διὰ σιγᾶς·\nὅσα γὰρ φωνᾶς,\nτόσα καὶ σιγᾶς\nαἴεις νοεράς.\nὑμνῶ δὲ γόνον\nτὸν πρωτόγονον\nκαὶ πρωτοφαῆ.\nΓόνε κύδιστε\nπατρὸς ἀφθέγκτου,\nσέ, μάκαρ, μεγάλῳ\nπατρὶ συνυμνῶ,\nκαὶ τὰν ἐπὶ σοὶ\nὠδῖνα πατρός,\nγόνιμον βουλάν,\nμεσάταν ἀρχάν,\nἁγίαν πνοιάν,\nκέντρον γενέτου,\nκέντρον δὲ κόρου·\nαὐτὰ μάτηρ,\nαὐτὰ γνωτά,\nαὐτὰ θυγάτηρ\nμαιωσαμένα\nκρυφίαν ῥίζαν·","t":"I hymn you, Blessed One,\nwith voice,\nI hymn you, Blessed One,\nwith silence too;\nfor as many as of voice,\nso many also of silence\nyou hear, when they are of the mind.\nAnd I hymn the Offspring,\nthe firstborn\nand first-shining.\nMost glorious Offspring\nof an unutterable Father,\nyou, Blessed One, with the great\nFather I hymn together,\nand, with regard to you,\nthe Father's birth-pang,\nfruitful Will,\nthe middle Principle,\nthe holy Breath,\ncenter of the Begetter,\ncenter of the Son;\nshe is mother,\nshe is sister,\nshe is daughter,\nwho has brought to birth\nthe hidden Root;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 4.80 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 16; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/4-80)."},"synesius-hymni/5.1":{"o":"Ὑμνῶμεν κοῦρον νύμφας,\nνύμφας οὐ νυμφευθείσας\nἀνδρῶν μοιραίαις κοίταις·\nἄρρητοι πατρὸς βουλαὶ\nἔσπειραν Χριστοῦ γένναν,\nἁ σεμνὰ νύμφας ὠδὶς\nἀνθρώπου φῆνεν μορφάν,\nὃς θνατοῖσιν πορθμευτὰς\nἦλθεν φωτὸς παγαίου·\nἁ δ᾽ ἄρρητος σεῦ βλάστα\nαἰώνων οἶδεν ῥίζαν.\nαὐτὸς φῶς εἶ παγαῖον,\nσυλλάμψας ἀκτὶς πατρί,\nῥήξας δ᾽ ὀρφναίαν ὕλαν\nψυχαῖς ἐλλάμπεις ἁγναῖς·\nαὐτὸς μὲν κόσμου κτίστας,\nκλεινῶν σφαιρωτὰς ἄστρων,\nκέντρων γαίας ῥιζωτάς,\nαὐτὸς δ᾽ ἀνθρώπων σωτήρ.\nσοὶ μὲν Τιτὰν ἱππεύει,\nἀοῦς ἄσβεστος παγά,\nσοὶ δ᾽ ἁ ταυρῶπις μήνα\nτὰν νυκτὸς ὄρφναν λύει·\nσοὶ τίκτονται καρποί,\nσοὶ καὶ βόσκονται ποίμναι.\nἐκ σᾶς ἀρρήτου παγᾶς\nζείδωρον πέμπων αἴγλαν,\nπιαίνεις κόσμων ταρσούς·","t":"Let us hymn the Son of the bride,\nthe bride not wedded\nin the fated beds of men.\nThe ineffable counsels of the Father\nsowed the birth of Christ;\nthe holy birth-pang of the bride\nbrought to light the form of a man,\nwho came to mortals as the ferryman\nof light from the Source.\nAnd your ineffable sprouting\nknows the root of the aeons.\nYou yourself are light from the Source,\na ray shining together with the Father,\nand, breaking through dark matter,\nyou shine into pure souls.\nYou are the creator of the world,\nwho set the glorious stars in their spheres,\nwho rooted the centers of the earth,\nand you are the Savior of humankind.\nFor you the Titan rides,\nunquenchable source of the dawn,\nfor you the bull-faced moon\ndissolves the darkness of night;\nfor you fruits are born,\nfor you too the flocks are pastured.\nFrom your ineffable source\nsending a life-giving radiance,\nyou enrich the wide reaches of the worlds.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 5.1 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 19; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/5-1)."},"synesius-hymni/5.29":{"o":"ἐκ σῶν βλάστησεν κόλπων\nκαὶ φῶς καὶ νοῦς καὶ ψυχά·\nτὰν σὰν οἴκτειρον κούραν\nγυίοις εἰρχθεῖσαν θνατοῖς·\nμοίρας θ᾽ ὑλαίοις μέτροις\nνούσων ἐκσώζοις λύβας\nἀσκηθῆ γυίων ἀλκάν.\nΝεῦσον μὲν μύθοις πειθώ,\nνεῦσον δ᾽ ἔργοισιν κῦδος\nἀρχαίαις πρέψαι φάμαις\nτὰς Κυράνας καὶ Σπάρτας·\nλύπαις δ᾽ ἄστιπτος ψυχὰ\nπραεῖαν ζωὰν ἕλκοι\nθρέπτειραν, δισσὰς γλήνας\nἐς σὸν φέγγος τείνοισα,\nὡς ἐξ ὕλας φοιβαθεῖς\nἀστρέπτους οἴμους σπεύσω,\nφύξηλις γαίας μόχθων,\nμιχθῆναι ψυχᾶς παγᾷ.\nΤοίαν ἄχραντον ζωὰν\nτῷ σῷ κραίνοις φορμικτῇ,\nεὖτ᾽ ἂν σοι στέλλων μολπάν,\nτὰν σὰν κυδαίνων ῥίζαν,\nμήκιστον πατρὸς κῦδος,\nκαὶ τὰν σύνθωκον πνοιὰν\nμέσσαν ῥίζας καὶ βλάστας,\nκαὶ πατρὸς μέλπων ἀλκὰν\nτοῖς σοῖς ὕμνοις ἀμπαύω\nκλεινὰν ὠδῖνα ψυχᾶς.","t":"From your bosom sprang\nboth light and mind and soul.\nPity your daughter,\nshut in mortal limbs;\nand within fate's material measures\nmay you save from the outrages of diseases\nthe strength of my limbs unharmed.\nGrant persuasion to my words,\ngrant glory to my deeds,\nto be worthy of the ancient fame\nof Cyrene and of Sparta;\nand may my soul, untrodden by griefs,\ndraw out a gentle life\nthat nourishes it, turning its two eyes\ntoward your light,\nso that, purified from matter,\nI may hasten on paths that do not turn back,\na fugitive from the toils of earth,\nto mingle with the Source of the soul.\nSuch an undefiled life\nmay you grant to your lyre-player,\nwhen, sending up to you a song,\nglorifying your Root,\nthe Father's highest glory,\nand the Breath enthroned with you,\nthe middle between Root and Sprout,\nand singing the Father's might,\nin your hymns I lay to rest\nthe glorious birth-pang of my soul.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 5.29 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 19; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/5-29)."},"synesius-hymni/5.58":{"o":"Χαίροις, ὦ παιδὸς παγά,\nχαίροις, ὦ πατρὸς μορφά·\nχαίροις, ὦ παιδὸς κρηπίς,\nχαίροις, ὦ πατρὸς σφρηγίς·\nχαίροις, ὦ παιδὸς κάρτος,\nχαίροις, ὦ πατρὸς κάλλος·\nχαίροις δ᾽ ἄχραντος πνοιά,\nκέντρον κούρου καὶ πατρός·\nτάν μοι πέμποις σὺν πατρὶ\nἀρδοισαν ψυχᾶς ταρσούς,\nκράντειραν θείων δώρων.","t":"Hail, O Source of the Son,\nhail, O Form of the Father;\nhail, O Foundation of the Son,\nhail, O Seal of the Father;\nhail, O Might of the Son,\nhail, O Beauty of the Father;\nand hail, undefiled Breath,\ncenter of the Son and of the Father;\nmay you send her to me with the Father,\nwatering the wings of my soul,\naccomplisher of divine gifts.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 5.58 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 20; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/5-58)."},"synesius-hymni/6.1":{"o":"Μετὰ παγᾶς ἁγίας αὐτολοχεύτου\nἀρρήτων ἑνοτήτων ἐπέκεινα\nθεὸν ἄμβροτον, θεοῦ κύδιμον υἱά,\nμόνον ἐκ μόνου πατρὸς παῖδα θορόντα\nστεφανώσομεν σοφοῖς ἄνθεσιν ὕμνων,\nὃν βουλᾶς πατρικᾶς ἄφραστος ὠδὶς\nἀγνώστων ἀνέδειξε παῖδα κόλπων,\nἃ πατρὸς λοχίους ἔφηνε καρποὺς\nκαὶ φήνασα φάνη μεσσοπαγὴς νοῦς·\nἐν παγᾷ δὲ μένουσι καὶ χυθέντες.\nσοφία νόου πατρὸς, κάλλεος αὐτὰ,\nσοὶ τεχθέντι πατὴρ ἔνευσε τίκτειν,\nσὺ τὸ κρυπτὸν εἶ πατρὸς σπέρμα προλάμπων·\nσὲ γὰρ ἀρχὰν γενέτας ἔδωκε κόσμοις,\nκατάγειν ἐκ νοερῶν σώμασι μορφάς·\nσὺ μὲν οὐρανοῦ σοφᾷ ἄντυγα νωμᾷς,\nτὰν δ᾽ ἄστρων ἀγέλαν ἀεὶ νομεύεις·\nσὺ δὲ τᾶς ἀγγελικᾶς, ἄναξ, χορείας\nκαὶ τᾶς δαιμονίας φάλαγγος ἄρχεις,\nσὺ δὲ καὶ φύσιν φθιτὰν ἀμφιχορεύεις,\nἀμέριστον περὶ γᾶν πνεῦμα μερίζεις,\nκαὶ παγᾷ τὸ δοθὲν πάλιν συνάπτεις,\nθνατοὺς ἐκ θανάτου λύων ἀνάγκας.\nἹλήκοις ἐπὶ σῶν στέμμασιν ὕμνων,\nβιοτᾶς ὑμνοπόλῳ νέμων γαλάναν·\nεὐρίπων προχοὰν στᾶσον ἀλήτιν,\nτερσαίνων ὁλοοὺς κλύδωνας ὕλας·\nψυχᾶς καὶ μελέων ἔρυκε νούσους·\nπαθέων οὐλομέναν κοίμισον ὁρμάν·","t":"After the holy, self-begotten Source,\nbeyond ineffable unities,\nGod immortal, God's glorious Son,\nthe only Child leapt forth from the only Father,\nwe shall crown with wise flowers of hymns,\nwhom the unutterable birth-pang of the Father's will\nshowed forth as Son from an unknown bosom;\nshe brought to light the Father's fruit of birth,\nand, having brought it to light, appeared herself, a mind set in the middle;\nand in the Source they remain, though poured forth.\nWisdom of the Father's Mind, Beauty itself,\nto you, when born, the Father granted to beget;\nyou are the hidden seed of the Father, shining forth;\nfor the Begetter gave you as beginning to the worlds,\nto bring down forms from the intellectual realm to bodies.\nYou turn the vault of heaven with wisdom,\nand ever shepherd the herd of the stars;\nyou, Lord, rule the angelic choir\nand the phalanx of the daemons;\nyou dance around perishable nature too,\nyou divide about the earth the undivided Spirit,\nand join what was given back again to the Source,\nfreeing mortals from the necessity of death.\nBe gracious at the garlands of your hymns,\ngranting the hymn-maker calm in life;\nstop the wandering outflow of the straits,\ndrying up the deadly waves of matter;\nkeep diseases from soul and limbs;\nlull to sleep the destructive rush of the passions;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 6.1 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 20; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/6-1)."},"synesius-hymni/6.30":{"o":"πλούτου καὶ πενίας ἄλαλκε κῆρας·\nἔργοις κυδαλίμαν ὄπασσον ὀμφάν·\nἐν λαοῖς ἀγαθὰν ἄνοιγε φάμαν\nπειθοῦς πραϋλόγῳ στέφων ἀώτῳ,\nἵνα μοι νόος δρέπῃ σχολὰν ἀκύμων,\nμηδ᾽ ἐν ταῖς χθονίαις στένω μερίμναις·\nἀλλ᾽ ἐκ σῶν ὀχετῶν ὑψιφορήτων\nὠδῖσιν σοφίας νόον κατάρδω.","t":"ward off the dooms of wealth and poverty;\ngrant to my deeds a glorious voice;\nopen among the people a good report,\ncrowning me with the gentle-spoken flower of persuasion,\nso that my mind may harvest a leisure without waves,\nand I may not groan among earthly cares;\nbut from your channels, borne on high,\nwith birth-pangs of wisdom I may water my mind.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 6.30 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 20; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/6-30)."},"synesius-hymni/7.1":{"o":"Πρῶτος νόμον εὑρόμαν\nἐπὶ σοί, μάκαρ, ἄμβροτε,\nγόνε κύδιμε παρθένου,\nἸησοῦ Σολυμῇϊε,\nνεοπαγέσιν ἁρμογαῖς\nκρέξαι κιθάρας μίτους.\nἈλλ᾽ εὐμενέοις, ἄναξ,\nκαὶ δέχνυσο μουσικὰν\nἐξ εὐαγέων μελῶν.\nὑμνήσομεν ἄφθιτον\nθεὸν υἱὰ θεοῦ μέγαν,\nαἰωνοτόκου πατρὸς\nτὸν κοσμογόνον κόρον,\nτὰν παντομιγῆ φύσιν,\nσοφίαν ἀπερείσιον,\nτὸν ἐπουρανίοις θεόν,\nτὸν ὑποχθονίοις νέκυν.\nἘχύθης ὅτ᾽ ἐπὶ χθονὶ\nβροτέας ἀπὸ νηδύος,\nμάγος ἁ πολύφρων τέχνα\nἐξ ἀστέρος ἀντολᾶς\nθάμβησεν ἀμήχανος,\nτί τὸ τικτόμενον βρέφος,\nτίς ὁ κρυπτόμενος θεός,\nθεὸς ἢ νέκυς βασιλεύς·\nἄγε δῶρα κομίζετε\nσμύρνης ἐναγίσματα,\nχρυσοῦ τ᾽ ἀναθήματα,\nλιβάνου τε θύη καλά.","t":"I was the first to find a strain\nfor you, Blessed One, Immortal,\nglorious Offspring of the Virgin,\nJesus of Solyma,\nin new-fitted harmonies\nto strike the strings of the cithara.\nBut be kind, Lord,\nand receive the music\nfrom holy songs.\nWe shall hymn the immortal\nGod, the great Son of God,\nof the aeon-begetting Father\nthe world-begetting Son,\nthe nature mingled with all,\nboundless Wisdom,\nGod to those in heaven,\na corpse to those under the earth.\nWhen you were poured out on earth\nfrom a mortal womb,\nthe magian art of many thoughts\nfrom the star's rising\nwas astonished, at a loss:\nwhat is this child being born,\nwho is the hidden God,\nGod, or corpse, or king?\nCome, bring gifts:\nofferings of myrrh,\nvotive gifts of gold,\nand fair incense of frankincense.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 7.1 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 20; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/7-1)."},"synesius-hymni/7.30":{"o":"θεὸς εἶ, λίβανον δέχου·\nχρυσὸν βασιλεῖ φέρω·\nσμύρνη τάφος ἁρμόσει.\nΚαὶ γᾶν ἐκάθηρας,\nκαὶ πόντια κύματα,\nκαὶ δαιμονίας ὁδούς,\nῥαδινὰν χύσιν ἀέρος,\nκαὶ νερτερίους μυχούς.\nφθιμένοισι βοηθὸς\nθεὸς εἰς ἅιδην σταλείς.\nἈλλ᾽ εὐμενέοις, ἄναξ,\nκαὶ δέχνυσο μουσικὰν\nἐξ εὐαγέων μελῶν.","t":"You are God: receive the frankincense;\ngold I bring to the King;\nmyrrh will befit the tomb.\nAnd you cleansed the earth,\nand the waves of the sea,\nand the paths of the daemons,\nthe yielding flow of the air,\nand the recesses below;\na helper to the dead,\nGod, sent into Hades.\nBut be kind, Lord,\nand receive the music\nfrom holy songs.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 7.30 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 21; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/7-30)."},"synesius-hymni/8.1":{"o":"Ὑπὸ δώριον ἁρμογὰν\nἐλεφαντοδέτων μίτων\nστάσω λιγυρὰν ὄπα\nἐπὶ σοί, μάκαρ, ἄμβροτε,\nγόνε κύδιμε παρθένου·\nσὺ δέ μου βιοτὰν σάου\nπαναπήμονα, κοίρανε,\nλύπαις ἄβατον διδούς\nκαὶ νύκτα καὶ ἀμέραν.\nλάμποις πραπίσιν σέλας\nνοερᾶς ἀπὸ παγᾶς·\nσθένος ἀρτεμέων μελῶν\nκαὶ κῦδος ἐπ᾽ ἔργμασι\nνεότατι νέμοις ἐμᾷ·\nλιπαρὸν δὲ φέροις ἔτος\nἐς γήραος ἁδονάν,\nἐρίτιμον ἀέξων\nπινυτὰν σὺν ὑγείᾳ.\nγνωτὸν δὲ φυλάσσοις,\nτόν μοι νέον, ἄφθιτε,\nἤδη χθονίαν πύλαν\nπαραμειβόμενον ποδὶ\nἄψορρον ἀνήγαγες,\nἐμὰ κήδεα καὶ γόους,\nἐμὰ δάκρυα καὶ φρενῶν\nσβέσας αἰθομέναν φλόγα·\nἐβίωσας καὶ νέκυν\nδιὰ σόν, πάτερ, ἱκέταν.","t":"To a Doric harmony\nof ivory-bound strings\nI shall set a clear voice\nfor you, Blessed One, Immortal,\nglorious Offspring of the Virgin;\nand keep my life\nfree from all harm, Lord,\ngranting it untrodden by griefs\nboth night and day.\nMay you shine into my mind a gleam\nfrom the intellectual Source;\nstrength of sound limbs\nand glory in deeds\nmay you assign to my youth;\nand bring a prosperous span\nto the pleasure of old age,\nincreasing much-honored\nprudence together with health.\nAnd guard my brother,\nmy young one, Immortal,\nwhom, already the earthly gate\npassing with his foot,\nyou brought back up again,\nmy sorrows and laments,\nmy tears, and of my heart\nquenching the burning flame;\nyou brought to life even one dead\nfor the sake of your suppliant, Father.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 8.1 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 21; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/8-1)."},"synesius-hymni/8.29":{"o":"γνωτάν τε συνωρίδα\nτεκέων τε φυλάσσοις.\nὅλον ἡσυχίαν δόμον\nὑπὸ σᾷ χερὶ κρύπτοις·\nκαί μοι ζυγίων, ἄναξ,\nξυνήονα δεμνίων\nἀπόνουσον, ἀπήμονα,\nἐρίηρον, ὁμόφρονα,\nκρυφίων ἀδαήμονα\nὀάρων ἄλοχον σάου·\nὅσιον δ᾽ ἐφέποι λέχος\nπανακήρατον, εὐαγές,\nἀδίκοις ἄβατον πόθοις.\nψυχὰν δὲ λυθεῖσαν\nχθονίου βιότου πέδας\nἐξαίνυσο πημάτων\nκαὶ λευγαλέας ἄτας.\nσὺν δ᾽ εὐαγέων χοροῖς\nὕμνους ἀνάγειν δίδου\nἐπὶ κύδεϊ σοῦ πατρὸς\nκαὶ κάρτεϊ σῷ, μάκαρ.\nπάλιν ὑμνοπολεύσω.\nπάλι σοι μέλος ᾄσω,\nτάχα καὶ κιθάραν πάλιν\nπανακήρατον ἁρμόσω.","t":"and the brother pair\nof my children may you guard.\nThe whole house in quiet\nmay you hide under your hand;\nand for me, Lord, of the yoked\nbed the sharer,\nfree from disease, free from harm,\ndear, of one mind,\nignorant of secret\nlove-talk, my wife, keep safe;\nand may she keep a holy bed,\nwholly unblemished, pure,\nuntrodden by unlawful desires.\nAnd my soul, when freed\nfrom the fetters of earthly life,\nsnatch away from sufferings\nand from grievous ruin.\nAnd with the choirs of the pure\ngrant me to bring up hymns\nto the glory of your Father\nand to your might, Blessed One.\nAgain I shall make hymns,\nagain sing you a song,\nsoon tune the lyre again\nwholly unblemished.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 8.29 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 21; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/8-29)."},"synesius-hymni/9.1":{"o":"Πολυήρατε, κύδιμε,\nσὲ μάκαρ, γόνε παρθένου\nὑμνῶ Σολυμῇϊδος,\nὃς τὰν δολίαν πάγαν,\nχθόνιον μεγάλων ὄφιν\nπατρὸς ἤλασας ὀρχάτων·\n[ὃς καρπὸν ἀπώμοτον\nτροφὸν ἀργαλέου μόρου\nπόρεν ἀρχεγόνῳ νοεράν.\nστεφανηφόρε, κύδιμε,\nσὲ, πάτερ, παῖ παρθένου\nὑμνῶ Σολυμῇϊδος.]\nΚατέβας μέχρι καὶ χθονὸς\nἐπίδημος ἐφαμέροις,\nβρότεον φορέων δέμας.\nκατέβας δ᾽ ὑπὸ Τάρταρα,\nψυχῶν ὅθι μυρία\nθάνατος νέμεν ἔθνεα.\nφρίξεν σε γέρων τότε\nἈΐδας ὁ παλαιγενής,\nκαὶ λαοβόρος κύων\nἀνεχάσσατο βηλοῦ·\nλύσας δ᾽ ἀπὸ πημάτων\nψυχῶν ὁσίους χοροὺς\nθιάσοισιν ἀκηράτοις\nὕμνους ἀνάγεις πατρί.","t":"Much-beloved, glorious one,\nyou, Blessed, Offspring of the Virgin\nof Solyma, I hymn,\nwho drove the treacherous snare,\nthe earthly serpent, from the great\nFather's gardens;\n[who gave the forbidden fruit,\nthe nurse of a grievous death,\nto the first-born, food for the mind.\nCrown-bearer, glorious one,\nyou, Father, Child of the Virgin\nof Solyma, I hymn.]\nYou came down even to earth,\na sojourner among creatures of a day,\nwearing a mortal frame;\nand you came down beneath Tartarus,\nwhere countless nations of souls\nDeath was shepherding.\nThen old Hades,\nthe ancient-born, shuddered at you,\nand the people-devouring hound\ndrew back from the threshold;\nand, loosing from their sufferings\nthe holy choirs of souls,\nwith pure companies\nyou bring up hymns to the Father.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 9.1 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 22; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/9-1)."},"synesius-hymni/9.27":{"o":"[στεφανηφόρε, κύδιμε,\nσὲ, πάτερ, παῖ παρθένου\nὑμνῶ Σολυμῇϊδος.]\nἈνιόντα σε, κοίρανε,\nτὰ κατ᾽ ἠέρος ἄσπετα\nτρέσεν ἔθνεα δαιμόνων,\nθάμβησε δ᾽ ἀκηράτων\nχορὸς ἄμβροτος ἀστέρων·\nαἰθὴρ δὲ γελάσσας,\nσοφὸς ἁρμονίας πατήρ,\nἐξ ἑπτατόνου λύρας\nἐκεράσσατο μουσικὰν\nἐπινίκιον ἐς μέλος.\nμείδησεν Ἑωσφόρος,\nὁ διάκτορος ἁμέρας,\nκαὶ χρύσεος Ἕσπερος,\nκυθερήϊος ἀστήρ·\nἁ μὲν κεροέν σέλας\nπλήσασα ῥόου πυρὸς\nἀγεῖτο σελάνα,\nποιμὴν νυχίων θεῶν·\nτὰν δ᾽ εὐρυφαῆ κόμαν\nΤιτὰν ἐπετάσσατο\nἄρρητον ὑπ᾽ ἴχνιον·\nἔγνω δὲ γόνον θεοῦ,\nτὸν ἀριστοτέχναν νόον,\nἰδίου πυρὸς ἀρχάν.","t":"[Crown-bearer, glorious one,\nyou, Father, Child of the Virgin\nof Solyma, I hymn.]\nAs you went up, Lord,\nthe countless ones through the air,\nthe nations of daemons, trembled,\nand the immortal choir\nof the pure stars was amazed;\nand the ether, laughing,\nwise father of harmony,\nfrom the seven-toned lyre\nmixed music\ninto a victory song.\nThe Morning Star smiled,\nthe messenger of day,\nand golden Hesperus,\nCythera's star;\nher horned gleam\nfilling with a stream of fire,\nthe moon led the way,\nshepherd of the gods of night;\nand his wide-shining hair\nthe Titan spread out\nbeneath your unutterable footstep;\nand he knew the Offspring of God,\nthe Mind, supreme craftsman,\nthe source of his own fire.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 9.27 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 22; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/9-27)."},"synesius-hymni/9.54":{"o":"Σὺ δὲ ταρσὸν ἐλάσσας\nκυανάντυγος οὐρανοῦ\nὑπερήλαο νώτων,\nσφαίρῃσι δ᾽ ἐπέπτας\nνοεραῖσιν ἀκηράτοις,\nἀγαθῶν ὅθι παγά,\nσιγώμενος οὐρανός·\nἔνθ᾽ οὔτε βαθύρροος\nἀκαμαντοπόδας χρόνος\nχθονὸς ἔκγονα σύρων,\nοὐ κῆρες ἀναιδέες\nβαθυκύμονος ὕλας·\nἀλλ᾽ αὐτὸς ἀγήραος\nαἰὼν ὁ παλαιγενής,\nνέος ὢν ἅμα καὶ γέρων\nτᾶς ἀενάω μονᾶς\nταμίας πέλεται θεοῖς.","t":"And you, plying your wing,\nover the dark-blue-vaulted heaven's\nback passed beyond,\nand alighted on the spheres,\nintellectual and pure,\nwhere the source of good things is,\nthe heaven kept in silence;\nthere neither deep-flowing\nTime with tireless feet,\ndragging the offspring of the earth,\nnor the shameless dooms\nof deep-surging matter;\nbut ageless Aeon himself,\nthe ancient-born,\nyoung and old at once,\nof the ever-flowing abode\nis steward for the gods.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 9.54 (Christ–Paranikas, Anthologia (1871), 22; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/9-54)."}}