Persephone, blessed daughter 

of great Zeus, sole offspring

of Demeter, come and accept

this gracious sacrifice. 

Much-honored spouse of Plouton, 

discreet and life-giving, 

you command the gates of Hades 

in the bowels of the earth, 

Lovely-tressed Praxidike, 

pure bloom of Deo, 

mother of the Erinyes, 

queen of the nether world, 

secretly sired by Zeus

in clandestine union.

Mother of loud-roaring, 

many-shaped Eubouleus,

radiant and luminous, 

playmate of the Seasons, 

revered and almighty, 

maiden rich in fruits, 

brilliant and horned, 

only-beloved of mortals, 

in spring you take your joy

in the meadow of breezes, 

you show your holy figure

in branches teeming with grass-green fruits, 

in autumn you were made 

a kidnapper's bride. 

You alone are life and death

to toiling mortals, 

O Persephone, you nourish all, 

always, and kill them too. 

Hearken, O blessed goddess, 

send forth the fruits of the earth

as you blossom in peace, 

and in gentle-handed health

bring a blessed life

and a splendid old age to him who is sailing 

to your realm, O queen, 

and to mighty Plouton’s kingdom.