Homer · The Homeric Hymns Ὁμηρικοὶ ὕμνοι

Homer, The Homeric Hymns 8.1–11.5: Hymns 8 to 11: Ares, Artemis, Aphrodite and Athena

Four short hymns. Hymn 8 praises Ares as the defender of cities and father of warlike Victory and asks him for the strength to drive off bitter cowardice and to hold to the laws of peace, and Hymn 9 follows Artemis as she drives her golden chariot to Claros. Hymn 10 is a brief address to Aphrodite of Cyprus, and Hymn 11 praises Athena as a guardian of the city who loves battle.

Lines 8.1–11.5 · 370 words · click a number to copy its link
1Ἆρες ὑπερμενέτα, βρισάρματε, χρυσεοπήληξ, ὀβριμόθυμε, φέρασπι, πολισσόε, χαλκοκορυστά, καρτερόχειρ, ἀμόγητε, δορισθενές, ἕρκος Ὀλύμπου, Νίκης εὐπολέμοιο πάτερ, συναρωγὲ Θέμιστος, 5ἀντιβίοισι τύραννε, δικαιοτάτων ἀγὲ φωτῶν, ἠνορέης σκηπτοῦχε, πυραυγέα κύκλον ἑλίσσων αἰθέρος ἑπταπόροις ἐνὶ τείρεσιν, ἔνθα σε πῶλοι ζαφλεγέες τριτάτης ὑπὲρ ἄντυγος αἰὲν ἔχουσι· κλῦθι, βροτῶν ἐπίκουρε, δοτὴρ εὐθαρσέος ἥβης, 10πρηὺ καταστίλβων σέλας ὑψόθεν ἐς βιότητα ἡμετέρην καὶ κάρτος ἀρήιον, ὥς κε δυναίμην σεύασθαι κακότητα πικρὴν ἀπʼ ἐμοῖο καρήνου, καὶ ψυχῆς ἀπατηλὸν ὑπογνάμψαι φρεσὶν ὁρμήν, θυμοῦ τ᾽ αὖ μένος ὀξὺ κατισχέμεν, ὅς μʼ ἐρέθῃσι 15φυλόπιδος κρυερῆς ἐπιβαινέμεν· ἀλλὰ σὺ θάρσος δός, μάκαρ, εἰρήνης τε μένειν ἐν ἀπήμοσι θεσμοῖς δυσμενέων προφυγόντα μόθον Κῆράς τε βιαίους.

Ares, exceeding in strength, chariot-rider, golden-helmed, doughty in heart, shield-bearer, Saviour of cities, harnessed in bronze, strong of arm, unwearying, mighty with the spear, O defence of Olympus, father of warlike Victory, ally of Themis, stern governor of the rebellious, leader of righteous men, sceptred King of manliness, who whirl your fiery sphere among the planets in their sevenfold courses through the aether wherein your blazing steeds ever bear you above the third firmament of heaven; hear me, helper of men, giver of dauntless youth! Shed down a kindly ray from above upon my life, and strength of war, that I may be able to drive away bitter cowardice from my head and crush down the deceitful impulses of my soul. Restrain also the keen fury of my heart which provokes me to tread the ways of blood-curdling strife. Rather, O blessed one, give you me boldness to abide within the harmless laws of peace, avoiding strife and hatred and the violent fiends of death.

1Ἄρτεμιν ὕμνει, Μοῦσα, κασιγνήτην Ἑκάτοιο. παρθένον ἰοχέαιραν, ὁμότροφον Ἀπόλλωνος, ἥθʼ ἵππους ἄρσασα βαθυσχοίνοιο Μέλητος ῥίμφα διὰ Σμύρνης παγχρύσεον ἅρμα διώκει 5ἐς Κλάρον ἀμπελόεσσαν, ὅθʼ ἀργυρότοξος Ἀπόλλων ἧσται μιμνάζων ἑκατηβόλον ἰοχέαιραν. καὶ σὺ μὲν οὕτω χαῖρε θεαί θʼ ἅμα πᾶσαι ἀοιδῇ· αὐτὰρ ἐγώ σε πρῶτα καὶ ἐκ σέθεν ἄρχομʼ ἀείδειν, σεῦ δʼ ἐγὼ ἀρξάμενος μεταβήσομαι ἄλλον ἐς ὕμνον.

Muse, sing of Artemis, sister of the Far-shooter, the virgin who delights in arrows, who was fostered with Apollo. She waters her horses from Meles deep in reeds, and swiftly drives her all-golden chariot through Smyrna to vine-clad Claros where Apollo, god of the silver bow, sits waiting for the far-shooting goddess who delights in arrows. And so hail to you, Artemis, in my song and to all goddesses as well. Of you first I sing and with you I begin; now that I have begun with you, I will turn to another song.

1κυπρογενῆ Κυθέρειαν ἀείσομαι, ἥτε βροτοῖσι μείλιχα δῶρα δίδωσιν, ἐφ’ ἱμερτῷ δὲ προσώπῳ αἰεὶ μειδιάει καὶ ἐφ’ ἱμερτὸν θέει ἄνθος. χαῖρε, θεά, Σαλαμῖνος ἐυκτιμένης μεδέουσα 5εἰναλίης τε Κύπρου· δὸς δ’ ἱμερόεσσαν ἀοιδήν. αὐτὰρ ἐγὼ καὶ σεῖο καὶ ἄλλης μνήσομ’ ἀοιδῆς.

Of Cytherea, born in Cyprus, I will sing. She gives kindly gifts to men: smiles are ever on her lovely face, and lovely is the brightness that plays over it. Hail, goddess, queen of well-built Salamis and sea-girt Cyprus; grant me a cheerful song. And now I will remember you and another song also.

1Παλλάδʼ Ἀθηναίην ἐρυσίπτολιν ἄρχομʼ ἀείδειν, δεινήν, ᾗ σὺν Ἄρηι μέλει πολεμήια ἔργα περθόμεναί τε πόληες ἀϋτή τε πτόλεμοί τε, καί τʼ ἐρρύσατο λαὸν ἰόντα τε νισσόμενόν τε. 5χαῖρε, θεά, δὸς δʼ ἄμμι τύχην εὐδαιμονίην τε.

Of Pallas Athena, guardian of the city, I begin to sing. Dread is she, and with Ares she loves deeds of war, the sack of cities and the shouting and the battle. It is she who saves the people as they go out to war and come back. Hail, goddess, and give us good fortune with happiness!

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English translation by Hugh G. Evelyn-White (1914). Original text: Hugh G. Evelyn-White (ed.), Hesiod, The Homeric Hymns and Homerica, Loeb Classical Library, London: Heinemann; New York: Macmillan, 1914 (Greek text as digitised by Perseus).

Greek text and translation from the Perseus Digital Library, Tufts University, CC BY-SA 4.0 (Perseus Digital Library); translation public domain. Introductions, summaries and notes © GreekMythology.com.