🏛️ Hymn 38 - O CORYBAS [KORYBAS]

The mighty ruler of this earthly ball, for ever flowing, to these rites I call; Martial and blest, unseen by mortal sight, preventing fears, and pleas'd with gloomy night:

Hence, fancy's terrors are by thee allay'd, all-various king, who lov'st the desart shade: Each of thy brothers killing, blood is thine, two-fold Curete [Kourete], many-form'd, divine.

By thee transmuted Ceres' [Deo's] body pure, became a dragon's savage and obscure: Avert thy anger, hear me when I pray, and by fix'd fate, drive fancy's fears away.