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hawkwing_lbTo Hermes
I sing of Kyllenian Hermes, Argus's slayer,
Guardian of Kyllene and of Arkadia rich in flocks,
Herald of the immortals, the luckbringer, whom modest Maia –
Atlas’s daughter – bore after joining with Zeus in sex.
She used to shun the throng of the fortunate gods,
Dwelling in a cave rich in shade: there the son of Kronos
Was carnally united with the lush-haired nymph by night,
During those hours when sweet slumber holds white-armed Hera fast,
And neither the deathless gods nor death-doomed mortals knew.
So hail to you, son of Zeus and of Maia:
Since I’ve begun with you, I will pass on to another hymn.
Hail, Hermes! Grace-granter, guide, who gives good fortune.
I sing of Kyllenian Hermes, Argus's slayer,
Guardian of Kyllene and of Arkadia rich in flocks,
Herald of the immortals, the luckbringer, whom modest Maia –
Atlas’s daughter – bore after joining with Zeus in sex.
She used to shun the throng of the fortunate gods,
Dwelling in a cave rich in shade: there the son of Kronos
Was carnally united with the lush-haired nymph by night,
During those hours when sweet slumber holds white-armed Hera fast,
And neither the deathless gods nor death-doomed mortals knew.
So hail to you, son of Zeus and of Maia:
Since I’ve begun with you, I will pass on to another hymn.
Hail, Hermes! Grace-granter, guide, who gives good fortune.
