Hearken, You Gods holding the helm of holy Wisdom, Who, having kindled an upward-leading fire, draw to the immortals human souls, Who leave the dark hole behind, purified by the secret initiations of the Hymns. Hearken, Great Saviors, and grant me from very divine books pure light, Scattering the mist, so that I know well an Immortal God from a man; That a daemon, doing cruel things, may not hold me forever submerged in the streams of forgetfulness, while I am far away from the Blessed Ones, That a chilling Penalty may not bind my soul with the fetters of life, which, fallen into the waves of cold becoming, does not want to wander all too long. But, O Gods, leaders towards bright-shining wisdom, Hearken and reveal to me, while hurrying to the upward leading track, the secret rites and initiations of the holy words.
Hymn to All the Gods, by Proclus
















