{"synesius-hymni/1.1":{"o":"Κιλάδει Δώριον ᾧδὰν,\n“Απαλαῖς οὐχ ἐπὶ νύμφαις,\n᾿Αφροδίσιον γελώσαις,\nΘαλερῶν οὐδ᾽ ἐπὶ χούρων\nΠολυηράτοισι ἧδαις,\nΘιοχι μοὺς γὰρ ἁγνὰ\nᾶς\nΜέλος ἫΝ εἴον ἐ πείγει\nΚιθάρας μίτους ἐρέσσειν.\nΜελιχρὰν δ᾽ ἄνωγεν ἅταν\nΧθονίων φυγεῖν ἐρώτων.\nτι γὰρ ἀλχὰ, τί δὲ κάλλος.\nρυσὸς, τί δὲ φάμα,\nΒασιλήϊοί τε τιμαὶ\nΠαρὰ τὰς θεοῦ μερίμνας;\nὉ μὲν ἵππον εὖ διώχοι,\nὋ δὲ τόξον εὖ τιταίνοι,\nὋ δὲ θημῶνας φυλάσσοι\nΠαρὰ\nΣοφία\nι παρείη\n᾿Αγαθὰ ων γεότατα,\n᾿Ἀγαθὰ δὲ γῆρας ἕλχειν,\n᾿Αγαθὰ δ᾽ ἄνασσα πλούτου \"\nΠενίαν δ' ἄμοχθος οἴσει\nΩ γελῶσα, πιχραῖς\nΜόνον εἰ τόσον παρείη,\n“Ὅσον ἄρχιον χαλιῇς\n\"Ἀπὸ γειτόνων ἐρύχειν \"\nνα μὴ χρεώ με χάμπτοι","t":"Sing, clear-voiced lyre, a Dorian song,\nnot for tender brides\nlaughing Aphrodite's laughter,\nnor for the lovely youth\nof blooming young men;\nfor the pure [labour] of god-wise song\nurges me on\nto ply the strings of the lyre,\nand bids me flee the honey-sweet madness\nof earthly loves.\nFor what is strength, what is beauty,\nwhat is gold, what is fame,\nand the honours of kings,\nbeside the thought of God?\nLet one drive a horse well,\nlet another draw the bow well,\nlet another guard heaps [of wealth] …\nbut may wisdom be with me …\ngood to lead youth,\ngood to draw old age,\ngood, the queen of wealth;\nand poverty she will bear without toil,\nlaughing at the bitter [cares of life].\nOnly may I have so much\nas suffices to keep the hut\nfrom needing the neighbours,\nso that need may not bend me","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 1.1 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/1-1)."},"synesius-hymni/1.121":{"o":"…\nΜάχαρ ὅστις μετὰ μοίρας,\nΜετὰϊ δεν ὶ κιχρὰς\nΧθονογηθεῖς μελεδῶνας,\nἘπιξὰς νόου χελεύθων\nΒυθὸν εἶδεν θεολαμπῇ.\nΠόνος εἰς ὅλαν τανῦσαι\nΚραδίαν ὅλοισι ταρσοῖς\n᾿Αναγωγίων ἐρώτων. Η","t":"… Blessed is he who, after his allotted portion, … escaping earth-born cares, stepping onto the paths of the mind, has seen the depth lit by God. It is a labour to stretch the whole heart with all the wings of upward-leading loves.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 1.121 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/1-121)."},"synesius-hymni/1.151":{"o":"Μόνον ἐμπέδωσον ὁρμὰν\nΝοερηφόροισιν ὁρμαῖς \"\nΓενέτας χεῖρας ὁρεγνύς.\nΠροθέοισα γάρ τις ἀκτὶς\nΚαταλάμψει μὲν ἁταρποὺς,\nΠετάσει δέ τοι νοητὸν\nΠεδίον, κάλλεος ἀρχάν.\nἔΑγε μοι, ψυχὰ, πιοῖσα\n᾿Αγαβοῤῥύτοιο παγᾶς,\nἹχετεύσασα Τοχῆα\n᾿Ανάθδαινς, μηδὲ μέλλε,\nΧθονὶ τὰ χθονὸς λιποῖσα \"\nΤάχα δ' ἂν μιγεῖσα Πατρὶ\nΘεὸς ἐν Θεῷ χορεύσοις.","t":"Only make firm your impulse\nwith impulses that bear you to the mind;\nthe Father will stretch out his hands.\nFor a ray running before you\nwill light up the paths,\nand spread out for you the intelligible\nplain, the beginning of beauty.\nCome, my soul, drink\nof the fount that flows with good;\nsupplicate the Father,\nand go up; do not delay;\nleave to the earth the things of earth;\nand soon, mingled with the Father,\nyou will dance, god in God.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 1.151 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/1-151)."},"synesius-hymni/1.31":{"o":"Ἐπὶ φροντίδας μελαίνας.\nΚλύε χαὶ τέττιγος ᾧδὰν,\nΔρόσον ὀρθρίαν πιόντος.\nδὲ μοι [βοῶσι νευραὶ\n᾿Αχέλευστα, καί τις ὀμφὴ\nδ0 Τί ποτ᾽ ἄρα τέξεταί μοι\nΜέλος ἁ θέσχελος ὠδίς :\nὉ μὲν, αὐτόσσυτος ἀρχὰ,\nΤαμίας πατήρ τε ὄντων,\n᾿Αλόχευτος, ὑψιθώχων\nὙπὲρ οὐρανοῦ χαρήνων\n᾿Αλύτῳ κχύδεϊ γαίων,\nΘεὸς ἔμπεδος θαάσσει \"\n'Ενοτήτων ἑνὰς ἀγνὴ,\nΜονάδων μονάς τε πρώτη,\n᾿Απλότητας ἀχροτήτων\nἙνώσασα, καὶ τεχοῦσα\nὙ περουσίοις λοχείαις \"\nὍθεν αὐτὴ προθοροῦσα\nΔιὰ πρωτόσπορον εἶδος,\nΜονὰς ἄῤῥητα χυθεῖσα\nΤρικόρυμδον ἔσχεν ἀλχάν.\nὙπερούσιος δὲ παγὰ\nΣτέφεται χάλλει παίδων\n᾿Απὸ χάντρου τε θορόντων,\nἼ0 Περὶ χέντρον τε ῥῤνέντων.\nΜένε μοι, θρασεῖα φόρμιγξ,\nΜένε, μηδὲ φαῖνε δήμοις\nΤελετὰς ἀνοργιάστους.\nἼθι, χαὶ τὰ νέρθε φώνει \"","t":"to black cares.\nHear the song of the cicada too,\nwhen it has drunk the morning dew.\nSee, my strings sound\nunbidden, and a voice [hovers about me].\nWhat, then, will the divine travail\nbring forth for me as song?\nHe, the self-sprung beginning,\nsteward and father of all that is,\nunbegotten, enthroned high\nabove the summits of heaven,\nexulting in indissoluble glory,\nsits, God unshaken:\npure Unity of unities,\nfirst Monad of monads,\nwho united the simplicities of the highest\nand brought them forth\nin births beyond being.\nWhence the Monad itself, springing forth\nthrough the first-sown form,\npoured out ineffably,\ntook on a triple-crested might.\nAnd the fount beyond being\nis crowned with the beauty of children,\nwho leapt forth from the centre\nand flow around the centre.\nStay, bold lyre,\nstay, and do not show to the people\nrites not for the uninitiated.\nGo, and sing of things below;","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 1.31 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/1-31)."},"synesius-hymni/1.61":{"o":"Τὰ δ᾽ ἄνω σιγὰ χαλύπτοι.\nὉ δὲ νοῦς οἴοισιν ἤδη\nΜέλεται νόοισι χόσμοις.\n᾿Αγαθὰ γὰρ ἔνθεν ἤδη\nπβτω πνεύματος ἀρχὰ\n᾿Αμερίστως ἐμερίσθη.\nὋ καταιθάτας ἐς ὕλαν\nΚύτος οὐρανῶν ἑλίσσει ᾿\nΤὸ δ' ὅλον τοῦτο φυλάσσων.\nεπνεμηηᾶ νῷ τ ροτὴ ᾿\nὉ μὲν, ἀστέρων διφρείαις,\nὉ δ' ἐς ἀγγέλων χορείας,\nὉ δὲ χαὶ ῥέποντι δεσμῷ\nΧθονίαν εὕρετο μορφὰν,\n᾿Απὸ δ᾽ ἐστάθη τοχήων,\nΔνοφερὰν ἥρυσε λάθαν,,\n᾿Αλαωποῖσι μερίμναις\nΧθόνα βαύμεδις ἀτερπῆ.\nΘεὸς ἐς θνητὰ δεδορχὼς\nἜνι μὰν, ἕνι τι φέγγος\nΚεχαλυμμέναισι γλήναις \"\nἝΝνι χαὶ δεῦρο πεσόντων\n᾿Αναγώγιός τις ἀλχὰ,\nὍτε χυμάτων φυγόντες\nσίων, ἀχηδεῖς\nἉγίας ἔστειλαν οἴμους\nΠρὸς ἀνάχτορον Τοχῆος.\nάχαρ ὅστις βορὸν ὕλας\nἘροφυγὼν ὕλαγμα, χαὶ γᾶς\n᾿Αναδὺς, ἅλματι χούφῳ","t":"and let silence cover the things above.\nThe mind now cares\nonly for the intellectual worlds.\nFor from there now the goods …\nthe beginning of spirit\nwas divided without division.\nThat which descended into matter\nturns the hollow of the heavens,\nand, guarding the whole of this, …\none part in the chariot-courses of the stars,\nanother into the choirs of angels,\nand another, by a downward-sinking bond,\nfound an earthly form;\nand, parted from its parents,\nit drew in dark forgetfulness,\nand with blinded cares\nmarvelled at the joyless earth,\na god gazing on mortal things.\nYet there is, there is some light\nin veiled eyes;\nthere is, even for those who have fallen here,\nan upward-leading power,\nwhen, fleeing the waves of [life],\nfree of care,\nthey set out on the holy paths\nto the palace of the Father.\nBlessed is he who, fleeing\nthe devouring barking of matter,\nand rising up from earth, with a light leap","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 1.61 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/1-61)."},"synesius-hymni/1.91":{"o":"Ἴχνος ἐς Θεὺν τιταίνοι.\n…","t":"strains his step toward God. …","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 1.91 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/1-91)."},"synesius-hymni/2.1":{"o":"Πάλι φέγγος, πάλιν ἀὼς,\nΠάλιν ἁμέρα προλάμπει\nΜετὰ νυχτίφοιτον ὀρφνάν.\nΠάλι ἡ ῶ λίταινε θυμὲ\nΘεὸν ὀρθρίοισιν ὕμνοις,\nὋς ἔδωχε φέγγος ἀοΐ,\nὋς ἔδωνεν ἄστρα νυχτὶ,\nΠολυχύ μὲν ὕλας\nἘχάλυψε ᾿μαν αἰθὴρ\nἽνα κυδίμα σελάνα\nΠυμάταν ἄντυγα τέμνῇ.\nὙπὲρ ὀὁγδόαν δὲ δίναν\nἝλίχων ἀστροφορήτων\nῬόος ἀστέρων ἕ\nὙποχολπίους ἐλαύνων\nΠτύχας ἀντίον θεοίσας,\nΜέγαν ἀμφὶ νοῦν χορεύει,\nὋς ἄναχτος ἄχρα χύσμου\nΠολιοῖς ἔρεψε ταρτοῖς.\nΤὰ πρόσω μάκαιρα σιγὰ,\nΝοερὼν τε χαὶ νοητῶν\nΜαχάρων ἀγητὰ φέγγη.\nὍθεν ἐγχόσμιος ἤδη\nΧορὸς ἀφθέτων ἀνάχτων,\nΓενετήριόν τε χῦδος,\nΤό τε πρωτόσπορον εἶδος,\nΝοεροῖς ἔμαλψεν ὕμνοις\nἩΡ5Σ εὖ νῶν τοκήων;\nΣτρατὸς ἀΥῪ ἀ :\nΤὰ μὲν ἐς νόον ΠΑκιΩΣ","t":"Again the light, again the dawn,\nagain the day shines forth\nafter the night-roaming darkness.\nAgain, my spirit, entreat God\nwith morning hymns,\nwho gave light to the dawn,\nwho gave stars to the night,\n… the ether covered … of matter,\nso that the glorious moon\nmight cut the last circle.\nAbove the eighth whirl\nof the star-bearing spirals,\nthe stream of the [fixed] stars,\ndriving beneath its bosom\nthe folds that run the other way,\ndances around the great Mind,\nwhich has roofed the summits of the cosmos\nwith its grey wings.\nBeyond lies blessed silence,\nand the admired lights of the blessed ones,\nintellectual and intelligible.\nWhence the choir within the cosmos\nof the imperishable lords,\nand the generative glory,\nand the first-sown form,\nhave sung in intellectual hymns …\nA host …\nwhat turns toward mind …","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 2.1 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/2-1)."},"synesius-hymni/2.31":{"o":"τω ἂψ χάλλεος ἀρχὰν,\nΔιέπει βένθεα\nΤὸν ὕπερθε κόσμον ἕλκων\nΝεάτας καὶ λας.\nἽνα δαιμόνων ὄμιλον\nΦύσις ἱζάνοισα τίχτει\nΠολύθρουν καὶ πολυμῆταν ᾿\nὍθεν ἥρως, ὅθεν ἤδη\nΠερὶ γᾶν, σπαρεῖσα πνοιὰ.\nΧθονὸς ἐξώωσε μοίρας\nΠρολυδαιδάλοισι μορφαῖς.\nΓὰ δὰ πάντα σεῖο βουλᾶς\n6ὺ “Ἔχεται \" σὺ δ᾽ ἐσσὶ ῥίζα\nΠαρεόντων, πρό τ᾽ ἐόντων,\nΣὺδ' ἄῤῥην, σὺ δὲ θῆλυς τυ\nΣὺ δὲ φωνὰ, σὺ δὲ σιγά \"\n…\nΜέγα χαῖρε, χέντρον ὄντων.\nΜονὰς ἀμδρότων ἀριθμὰ ὁ ον\nΜέγα χαίροις. μέγα χα;\nὍτι ἊΣ Θεῷ τὸ τ αιρεῦνο\nἘπ᾿ ἐμοῖς Ὧαον οὗας\nἝΔνυσον χοροῖσιν ὕμνων \"\nΚατάχει χ'\nε φέγγος,","t":"… the beginning of beauty,\ngoverns the depths …,\ndrawing the world above …\nthe lowest …,\nwhere nature, settling,\nbrings forth the throng of spirits,\nmany-voiced and many-counselled;\nwhence the hero, whence now\nthe breath scattered about the earth\nhas given life to the portions of earth\nin intricate forms.\nAll these things hang\nupon your will; you are the root\nof what is and of what was before;\nyou are male, you are female;\nyou are voice, you are silence; …\nHail greatly, centre of what is,\nMonad of immortal numbers …\nhail greatly, hail greatly.\nFor to God … \non my … accomplish\nwith choirs of hymns;\npour down light …","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 2.31 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/2-31)."},"synesius-hymni/2.61":{"o":"Κατάχει χάριν λιπῶσαν\nΒιοτᾶς γαληνυώσας,\nΧθονίαν τς χῆρα πλούτου.\nὍΜελέων ἔρυχε νούσους \"\nΠαθέων ὃ\nἄχοσμον ὁ ᾿\nδεῖς τὸ μὸν ὁρμὰν\nρίμνας\n᾿Από μοι ζωᾶς ἐρύχοις,\nἽνα\nὁ πὰρ τὰ φὴς\nδὲ μᾺ σὸν αἴρων\nΠερὶ σᾶς ὄργια βλάατας\nΤὰ πανάῤῥητα χορεύσω.","t":"pour down rich grace\nof a calm life;\n… the earthly … of wealth;\nward off sicknesses from my limbs;\n… of passions …\nthe disorderly …\n… cares\nkeep far from my life,\nso that …\n… raising your …\nI may dance around the rites of your offspring,\nthe wholly ineffable.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 2.61 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/2-61)."},"synesius-hymni/3.1":{"o":"Ἐπέων λοιδάς.\nΣὲ μὲν ἐν πελάτγεε,\nΣὲ δ' ὑπὲρ νάσων,\nναῶν τ᾽ ὁρέων,\nΚαι χατὰ χλεινῶν\nὉπόταν\nΣτάσω διδύμους\nΓύων ταρσοὺς,\nΣὲ, μάχαρ, μέλπω,\nΓενέτα χόσμου.\nΣοὶ δ᾽ ἑσπερίους\nἽστορες αὐγαὶ\nΠολιῶν ἄστρων,\n,Μάνας τε δρόμοι\"\nΚαὶ μέγας ἵστωρ\nἤλστρων πρύτανις,\nεῖῶν ψυγᾶν τ\n“Ἅγιος ταμίας.\n…","t":"… song of verses.\nYou on the sea,\nyou above the islands,\n… and on the mountains,\nand over famous [plains],\nwhenever I stand\n… on the fields,\nyou, blessed one, I sing,\nBegetter of the cosmos.\nTo you the evening rays\nof the grey stars bear witness,\nand the courses of the moon,\nand the great witness,\nthe ruler of the stars,\nholy steward\nof [pure] souls. …","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.1 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-1)."},"synesius-hymni/3.121":{"o":"Ἃ δ' ἁμετέρα\nΠραπίδων λοιδὰ\nΣοῖς ἐριτίμοις\nΜελέτω προπόλοις,\nΠορθμεῦσι σοφοῖς\nΠάτερ, Ὧλαθέ μοι,\nΕἰ παρὰ κόσμον,\nΤῶν σῶν ἔθιγον.\nΤίνος ὄμμα σοφὸν,\nΤίνος ὄμμα πολὺ,\n᾿Ατενὲς δὲ δραχεῖν\nἘπὶ σοὺς πυρσοὺς\nΘέμις οὐδὲ θεοῖς \"\nΠίπτων δὲ νόος\n᾿Απὸ σᾶς σχοπιᾶς,\nΤὰ πέλας σαίνει \"\n᾿Επιδαλλόμενος,\nΠροσιδεῖν αἴγλαν\n᾿Αχάματι βυθῷ\n᾿Αμαρυσσομέναν.\nπετοῦν δ᾽ ἀκοδᾶξι\nἘπὶ π νὲς\nΕἶδος ἐρείδει,\nεἰμ ματὸς ἀλχάν,\nὍθεν αἰνύμενος\nἘπὶ σοὺς ὕμνους\n᾿Αορίστοις ἀνέμοις\nΤὰ σὰ σοὶ πάλι δούς.\nΤί γὰρ οὐ σὸν, “Αναξ ;\n…","t":"And let our song of the heart\nbe the care\nof your highly honoured ministers,\nthe wise ferrymen.\nFather, be gracious to me,\nif beyond what is fitting\nI have touched what is yours.\nWhose eye is wise,\nwhose eye is great enough\nto gaze steadily\nupon your fires?\nIt is not lawful even for gods.\nThe mind, falling\nfrom your watchtower,\nfawns upon what is near,\nstriving to look upon\nthe radiance flashing\nin tireless depth; …\nit fixes the form …\nthe strength of the eye,\nwhence, praising,\nit returns to your hymns\nwith boundless winds,\ngiving back to you what is yours.\nFor what is not yours, O King?","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.121 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-121)."},"synesius-hymni/3.151":{"o":"…\nΠατέρων πάντων\nΠάτερ, αὑτοπάτωρ.","t":"… Father of all fathers,\nself-father,","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.151 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-151)."},"synesius-hymni/3.181":{"o":"Ἕν ἑνὸς πρότερον,\n“Ὄντων σπέρμα,\nΠάντων χέντρον,\nΠροανούσιε νοῦ,\nΚόσμου. ῥίζα,\nΤῶν ἀρχεγόνων\n᾿Αμφιφαὲς φῶς,\n᾿Ατρέχεια σοφὰ,\nΠαγὰ σοφίας,\nὐνπῶε εν πὰ γοῦ\nἸδίαις αὐγαῖς,\n\"“Ὄμμα σεαυτοῦ,\nΜονὰς ἠδ᾽ ἀριθμὸς,\nΝοῦς ἊΝ νοερὸς, ᾿\nΚαὶ τὸ νοητὸν,\nΚαὶ πρὸ νοητοῦ.\nἝν χαὶ πάντα,\nἝν δὲ ἁπάντων,\nἝντε πρὸ πάντων,\nΣπέρμα τὸ πάντων, ᾿\nῬιδι χαὶ ὅρπαξ,\nΦύσις ἐν νοεροῖς,\nΘῆλν καὶ ἄῤῥεν.\nΜύστας δὲ νόος\nΤά τε χαὶ τὰ λέγει,\nΒυθὸν ἄῤῥητον\n᾿Αμφιχορεύων.\nΣὺ τὸ τίχτον ἔφυς,\nΣὺ τὸ τικτόμενον,\nΣὺ τὸ φωτίζον.","t":"One prior to the One,\nseed of beings,\ncentre of all things,\nmind before being,\nroot of the cosmos,\nlight shining round\nthe first-born,\nwise truth,\nfount of wisdom,\n… in your own rays,\neye of yourself,\nMonad and number,\nmind and intellectual,\nand the intelligible,\nand what is before the intelligible;\none and all,\none of all,\none before all,\nthe seed of all,\nroot and shoot,\nnature among intellectual things,\nfemale and male.\nThe initiate mind\nspeaks of this and that,\ndancing around\nthe ineffable depth.\nYou are the one who begets,\nyou the one begotten,\nyou the one who illuminates,","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.181 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-181)."},"synesius-hymni/3.211":{"o":"Σὺ τὸ λαμπόμενον.\nΣὺ τὸ φαινόμενον,\nΣὺ τὸ χρυπτόμενον\nἸδίαις αὐγαῖς.\nἝν χαὶ πάντα\nἝν χαθ᾽ ἑαυτὸ,\nΚαὶ διὰ πάντων.\nΣὺ γὰρ ἐξεχύθης,\n᾿Αῤῥητοτόχε,\nἽνα [ιαῖδα τέχῇῃς,\nΚλεινὰν ὅηφιαν,\nΔημίῖοε Ἑ\n᾿Ἀτόμοισι τόμαις\nτγμνῶ σε, μονάς\nΜονὰς εἶ, τριὰς ὧν\"\nΤριὰς εἶ, μονὰς ὧν\"\nΝοερὰ δὲ τομὰ\nτὸ μερισθὴν ἔχει.\nἘπὶ Παιδὶ\nἸότατι δ\nΑὐτὰ δ ἴσος\nΦύσις\nΤὸ προούσιον ὄν.\nΟὐ θέμις εἰπεῖν\nΔεύτερον ἐκ σοῦ\"\nΟὐ θέμις εἰπεῖν\nΤρίτον ἐχ πρώτον..\nἾ ἱερὰ,\nὍρος εἶ φυσίων\nΤᾶς τιχτοίσας,","t":"you the one illuminated,\nyou what is manifest,\nyou what is hidden\nin your own rays;\none and all,\none by yourself\nand through all.\nFor you were poured forth,\nineffable begetter,\nto beget a Child,\nglorious Wisdom,\nthe Craftsman …\nwith undivided divisions\nI hymn you, Monad.\nYou are Monad while being Triad;\nyou are Triad while being Monad.\nAn intellectual division\nholds what is divided …\nin the Child …\nin identity …\nequal …\nnature …\nbeing before being.\nIt is not lawful to say\na second from you;\nit is not lawful to say\na third from the first.\n… holy …\nyou are the boundary of the natures\nof the one who begets,","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.211 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-211)."},"synesius-hymni/3.241":{"o":"υθεὶς\nΚρυφίαν τάξιν.\nΧωρεῖ τι μέσον\nΠατρὸς ἀφθέγχτου,\nὨδις διὰ σὲ,\nΔιὰ δ' ὠδῖνος\nΑὐτὸς ἐφάνθης,\nἼότας σὺ ἀεὶ\nΧρόνος οἷδε γονὰς\nΤὰς ἀ\nΑἰὼν\nΤόχον οὐχ ἐδάη.\nΑἰὼν γενόμενος\nὉ γενησόμενος.\nΤίς ἐπ᾽ ἀφθέγχτοις\n᾿Αλαῶν μερόπων\nΔαιδαλογλώσσων\nΣὺ δὲ φωτοδότας\nὅου σκολιᾶς δ' ἀπάτας\n\"Ανέχεις ὁσίων\nΠραπίδας μερόπων,\nς ζόφον ὕλας\nΜὴ χαταδῦναι.\nΣὲ, Πάτερ χόσμων,\nΠάτερ αἰώνων,\nΑὐτουργὲ θεῶν,\nΣὲ μὲν οἱ νοεροὶ\nΣὲ δὲ χοσμαγοὶ\nὈμματολαμπεῖς\nτᾶς ἀἁστέριοι","t":"… a hidden order.\nSomething proceeds as a mean\nfrom the ineffable Father:\nthe travail, through you;\nand through the travail\nyou yourself were made manifest,\n… always.\nTime knows begettings …\nbut eternity\ndid not know the birth;\neternity having become\nthe one who will become.\nWho among blind mortals\nwith intricate tongues\n[can speak] of things ineffable?\nBut you, giver of light, …\nof crooked deceit …\nyou hold up the minds\nof holy mortals,\nso that they may not sink\ninto the darkness of matter.\nYou, Father of worlds,\nFather of ages,\nself-working maker of gods,\nyou the intellectual beings,\nyou the world-leading powers,\nwith shining eyes,\nthe starry …","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.241 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-241)."},"synesius-hymni/3.271":{"o":"Ὑμνοῦσι, μάχαρ.\nοἷς με  γήρος\nΠᾶσά δε ἔπακει\nΓενεὰ ἐππάραν,\nΟἱ περὶ χόσμον,\nΟἱ κατὰ κόσμον,\nΟἵ τ᾽ ἄζωνοι\nι\nἍμα Πατρὶ φάνη,\n…","t":"hymn, blessed one.\n… every race …\nthose around the cosmos,\nthose within the cosmos,\nand the zoneless ones …\nappeared together with the Father, …","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.271 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-271)."},"synesius-hymni/3.301":{"o":"…\nΚόσμου μοίρας\nἘφέπουσι σοφοὶ\nΑμφιθατῆρες,\nΟἱηχοφόρους\nοὗὲ ἀπ πλιὰ\nΠροχέει σειρά \"\nΤό τε κυδῆεν\nΤένος ἡρά ᾿\nἜργα τὰ θνητῶν\nΚρυφίαιειν ὁδοῖς\nυχάὰ π᾿ ἀχλινὴς\nΚαὶ χλινομένα\nΧθονίους ἄγχους.\nΦύσεώς τε γονὰ\nΚατασυρομέναις\nΠροχυλινδομέναις.\nΣὺ γὰρ ἀχράντων\nἩγέτα χόσμων,\nδι0 Φύσις εἴ φυσίων \"\nΣὺ φύσιν θάλπεις\nΓένεσιν θνατῶν,\nΤὰς ἀενάω\nΔιὰ δ' ἀλλήλων,","t":"… The wise attendants\ngovern the portions of the cosmos,\n… a chain pours forth …\nand the glorious race of heroes …\nthe works of mortals\nin hidden ways …\nthe soul, unbending\nand bending,\n… earthly hollows;\nand the offspring of nature,\nswept down,\nrolled onward.\nFor you are the leader\nof undefiled worlds,\nnature of natures;\nyou warm nature,\nthe becoming of mortals,\never-flowing …\nand through one another","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.301 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-301)."},"synesius-hymni/3.31":{"o":"…\nἘπὶ σὰς αὐλὰς,\nἘπὶ σοὺς χόλπους\nΤὸν ἀπόστροφον\nΤαναᾶξ ὕλας\nΤαρσὸν ἐλαφρίζων,\nΧαίρων ἵνα σον\nΠρομολὰν ἱκόμαν,\nΝὺν ἐπὶ θεμνας\nΤελετηφορίας\nΣηχοὺς ἁγίους\nἽχέτας ἕμολον.\nορυφὰν ὁρέων\nΝῦν ἐς ἐρήμας\nΑὐλῶνα μέγαν\nΛιθύας ἔμολον,\nΠέζξαν νοτίαν\"\nΤὰν οὔτ᾽ ἄθεον\nΠνεῦμα μολύνει,\nΟὔτε χαράσοςι\nἼχνος ἀνθρώπων\n᾿Αστυμερίμνων.\nἽνα σοι ψυχὰ\nΚαθαρὰ παθέων,\nΛύσασα πόθους,","t":"… To your courts,\nto your bosom,\nlightening my foot,\nturned away from long-stretched matter,\nrejoicing that I had reached\nyour threshold,\nnow I came as a suppliant\nto the holy precincts\nthat bear the rites …\nthe peak of the mountains;\nnow I came to the desert,\nthe great valley of Libya,\nthe southern land,\nwhich no godless breath defiles,\nnor the footprint of men\nwhose cares are of the city stamps,\nso that my soul,\npure of passions,\nhaving loosed its desires,","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.31 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-31)."},"synesius-hymni/3.331":{"o":"Πάντ᾽ ἀπολαύει.\nΚύχλος αἴδιος,\n᾿λναθαλπόμενος,\nἐπὶ διὰ πάντων\nἽστησι χορούς.\nΜάτειρα, ύσις,\nἸδίοις ἔργοις\nὉμόφωνον ἄγει-\nΣοὶ πάντα ι\n᾿Αὡὼς χαὶ νὺξ,\nΣπέρματα, χαρποὶ.\nΦυτ ἐτὴὶ ἥνκὰ ᾿\nχαὶ γὰ\nΚαὶ δα ἐββιδοὶ\nΝεπόδων ἀγέλαι.\nἸδὲ χαὶ ψυχὰν\n…","t":"all things enjoy.\nAn everlasting cycle,\nwarmed anew,\nsets up choirs through all.\nMother Nature\nwith her own works\nleads a harmonious [song];\nto you all things …\ndawn and night,\nseeds, fruits,\nplants …\nand earth …\nand the herds of the sea …\nand the soul …","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.331 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-331)."},"synesius-hymni/3.361":{"o":"…","t":"…","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.361 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-361)."},"synesius-hymni/3.391":{"o":"…\nὉλιγοδρανέα,\nὈλιγηπελέα\nὅθι Ἐπὶ σᾶς Λιδύας,\nἘπὶ σᾶς σεπτᾶς\nἹερηπολίας\n'Ὁσίαις εὐχαῖς\n᾿Ἐπιμελομέναν.\nΤὰν ἀμφιπολεῖ\nν ἅμα, Πάτερ,\nΚοπτικὸν ὕχας.\nΝὺν μοι χραδία\nΠιαινομένα\nυρίαις ὁρμαῖς.\nΣὺ δὲ λάμψον, “Αναξ,\n᾿Ανάγωγα φάη.\nΝεῦσον δὲ, Πάτερ,\nΣῶμα φυγοῖσαν\nΜηχέτι δῦναι\n“ἢ θονὸς ἄταν.\nὌφρα δὲ ζωᾶς\nὙλοδιαῖτου\nΔεσμοῖσι μένω,\nΠραεῖα, μάχαρ,","t":"… feeble,\npowerless, …\nto your Libya,\nto your revered\npriesthood,\ncaring for it\nwith holy prayers;\nwhich … attends,\ntogether, Father, …\nthe Coptic land.\nNow my heart\nis made rich\nwith … impulses.\nBut you, O King, shine\nlights that lead upward;\ngrant, Father,\nthat my soul, having fled the body,\nmay no longer sink\ninto the ruin of earth.\nAnd while\nI remain in the bonds\nof a life that dwells in matter,\nmay [your hand], blessed one, gently","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.391 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-391)."},"synesius-hymni/3.421":{"o":"Πνεύσειε, νόου\nἽνα μὴ τὰ Θεοῦ\nΜηδέ τι τοίοις\nἘναλινδοίμαν.\nὍθεν ἐχπροφυγὼν\nΔώροισι τεοῖς,\nΑπὸλ λειμώνων\nτόνδε\nΑἴνον, ἀ Ἀλέμε\nἩγέτα κόσμων,\nΚαὶ Παιδί σοφῷ,\nΣὺν αὐτᾷ σοφίᾳ\"\nΤὸν ἀπ᾽ ἀῤῥήτων.\nἜχεας κόλπων \"\nἘν σοὶ δὲ μένει;\nἽνα πάντα σοφαῖς\nἘφέπῃ πνοιαῖς,\nλυπῇ πολιῶν\nΒάθος αἰώνων,\nΔιέπῃ ταρταὺς\nΚραναοῦ χόσμου,\nΜέχρι καὶ νεάτον\nΠυθμένος ὄντων,\nΧθονίας μοέρας,\nὉσίαις πραπίσιν\nἙλλαμπόμενος\nΚαὶ μερίμνας\nΔιερῶν μερόπων,\n᾿Αγαθῶν χράντωρ,\nἘλατὴρ ἀχέων.","t":"breathe … of mind,\nso that I may not … the things of God,\nnor be rolled about\nin any such things.\nWhence, escaping\nby your gifts,\nfrom the meadows [I bring]\nthis praise …\nto the leader of worlds,\nand to the wise Child,\nwith Wisdom herself,\nwhom you poured forth\nfrom ineffable bosoms;\nand she remains in you,\nso that she may govern all things\nwith wise breaths,\n… the depth\nof grey ages,\nrule the wings\nof the rugged cosmos,\ndown to the lowest\nfoundation of beings,\nthe earthly portions,\nshining into holy minds\nand the cares\nof frail mortals,\nruler of good things,\ndriver-away of pains.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.421 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-421)."},"synesius-hymni/3.451":{"o":"Τί δὲ θαῦμα, Θεὸν\nΤὸν χοσμοτέχναν,\nδίων ἔργων\nΚῆρας ἐρύχειν ;\nΚοίρανε χόσμου,\nΤίσων ἔμολον\nΧρέος ἐχ Θρήχης,\n…","t":"What wonder is it that God,\nthe craftsman of the cosmos,\nwards off the dooms\nfrom his own works?\nLord of the cosmos,\nI came, paying a debt,\nfrom Thrace, …","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.451 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-451)."},"synesius-hymni/3.481":{"o":"…\nἽνα τὰν τριέτεν\nἡροῆθά ἀγνυιὰν,\nΓαίας μέλαθρον\n\"Ἔτλαν δὲ πόνους\nΠολυδαχρύτους,\nὭμοισι φέρων\nΜατέρα πάτραν.\nῬαίνετο μὲν γᾶ\nἹδρῶτι μελῶν\n᾿Αεθλενόντων\nῬαίνετο δ᾽ εὐνὰ -\nΚανθῶν λιδάσιν\nὍλοφυ\nΝύχτ᾽ ἐπὶ νύχτα\nΝηοὶ δ᾽ ὁπόσοι\nἘπὶ σαῖς ἁγίαις\nἘπὶ ἀφοείσ, ἔδαν\"\nΠρηνὴς ἱκέτας,\nΔάπεδον βλεφάρων\nΔεύων νοέξίσι,\nΜή μοι χενεὰν\nὉδὸν ἀντάσαι,\nἽχέτευσα δεῖνει\nΔρηστῆρας","t":"… so that for three years\nI [dwelt by] the hall of the land;\nand I endured toils\nwith many tears,\nbearing on my shoulders\nmy mother, my fatherland.\nThe ground was sprinkled\nwith the sweat of my limbs\nas they laboured;\nmy bed was sprinkled\nwith the drops from my eyes,\nas I lamented\nnight after night.\nAnd to all the temples\nbuilt for your holy\nrites I went,\na suppliant, prostrate,\nwetting the floor\nwith the moisture of my eyelids,\nthat my journey\nmight not prove empty;\nI besought … \nthe ministers","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.481 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-481)."},"synesius-hymni/3.511":{"o":"Πλημῶν θρήκης\nΚατέχουσι πέδον,\nΟἵ τ᾿ ἀντιπέρην\nΧαλχηδονίας\nἘφέπουσι γυίας,\nΟὖὗς ἀγγελικαῖς\n\"Ἔστεψας, Ἄναξ,\nΑὐγαῖδι, τεοὺς\nἹεροὺς προπόλους.\nΣύν μοι μάχαρες\nἘλάδοντο λιτᾶν,\nΣύν μοι πολέων\nἘλάθοντο πόνων.\nΟὔ μοι ζωὰ\nΤἅμος δὲ φίλα\nΔιὰ γᾶν πατρίαν\nΣτυφελιζομέναν »\nΤὰν ἐξ ἀχέων\n\"Ἔστασας, “Ἄναξ,\nΑὐτὸς ἀγήρως,\nΚοίρανε χόσμου.\nἬδη ψυχᾶς\n᾿Αποτρυομένας,\nΚατερειπομένων\nὙ πέρεισας ἐμὰν\n“Ἄρθρων δύναμιν,\nΤλάμονι ψυχᾷ\nΜένος ἐμπνεύσας.\nΚαμάτων δὲ γλυχὺ\nΚατὰ δυμὸν ξυπῶ","t":"who hold the plain\nof … Thrace,\nand those who, across the strait,\ntend the Chalcedonian lands,\nwhom you have crowned, O King,\nwith angelic rays,\nyour holy ministers.\nWith me the blessed ones\ntook up my prayers;\nwith me they took up\nmy many toils.\nLife was not dear to me\nat that time,\nbecause my fatherland\nwas being battered;\nyou raised it from its pains, O King,\nyourself ageless,\nLord of the cosmos.\nWhen my soul\nwas already worn out,\nyou propped up\nthe strength of my failing limbs,\nbreathing might\ninto my suffering soul.\nAnd sweet … of labours\nin my heart","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.511 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-511)."},"synesius-hymni/3.541":{"o":"Ὁπάσας δολιχῶν\nἀπ πρτὸ ἐνῇ πόνων \"\nσὺ πάντα, μάχαρ,,\nΛιδύεσσι σάου\nΜῆρομς μνάμαν\nΔιά τε ψυχὰν\nΑἰνὰ παθοῖσαν,\nἹχέτᾳ δὲ δίδου\nΒιοτὰν ἀσινῆ\" -\nΔύς με μόχθων,\nΔύε με νούσων,\n!\nΔύε μεριμνᾶν\nΚηριτρεφέων \"\nΠροπόλῳ ζωάν.\nΜὴ μοι χθονίους\n“Ὁμόρους ἀφένου\nἽνα μὴ τὰ Θεοῦ\n“Ἄσχολος εἴην.\nΜηδὲ χατηφὴς\nΠενία μελάθροις\nἘγχριπτομένα,\nΠερὶ γᾶν ἕλχοι\nζὰ τῶν ψυχὰν\nἘ θει περὶ γᾶν\"\nἘπίληθα ἤφνν:\nὍτε σὺ, μάκαρ,\nεὴ ἀλχάν. Ε\nδ λυ Τὴ ,. ἀγνᾶς\nΠαγὰ σοφίας \"","t":"granting … rest from long toils.\nSave all things, blessed one, for the Libyans …\nthe memory …\nand through a soul\nthat has suffered dreadful things;\nand give your suppliant\na life free from harm.\nRelease me from toils,\nrelease me from sicknesses,\nrelease me from cares\nthat death nurtures;\n[give] life to your minister.\nDo not … earthly\nneighbours …\nso that I may not be\nwithout leisure for the things of God.\nNor let gloomy poverty,\ncreeping into my house,\ndrag my soul\naround the earth …\nforgetful …\nwhen you, blessed one, …\nstrength …\npure fount of wisdom,","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.541 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-541)."},"synesius-hymni/3.571":{"o":"Λάμψον πραπίσιν\n᾿Απὸ σῶν κόλπων\nᾺ ρὸν φέγ τς\n᾿Απὸ σᾶς ἀλχᾶς\nθοφίας αὐγάν᾽\"\nΚαὶ τὰν ἐπὶ σοὶ\nἽερὰν ἔτεσειν,\nΣύνθημα δίδου,\nΣφραγῖδα τεὰν,\nΚηριτρεφέας\nΣεύων ζωᾶς,\nΕὐχᾶς τ' ἀπ᾽ ἐμᾶς \"\nΚαὶ σῶ τ ᾿\n᾿Αρτεμὲς, ὀχθραῖς\nκλβατὸν ἡώδαις υ\nΚαὶ πνεῦμα σάου\n᾿Αμόλυντον, “Ἄναξ.\nἯ μὰν ἤδη\nΔνοφερὰν ὕλας\nΧθονίοις δεσμοῖς.\nΣὺ δὲ ῥύσις ἐν\nΣὺ καθάρσιος εἶ \"\nτλπόλυς γαχῶν,\n᾿Απόλυε νόσων,\n᾿Ἄτῶνς τέθρ,\nΣὸν σπέρμα φέρω,\nἘὐητενέος Υ ᾿\nἘς βάθος ὕλας\nΣΟ Τὰρ ἣν κόσμι\nὺ γὰρ ἐν κόσμῳ","t":"shine into my mind\nfrom your bosoms\na … light,\nfrom your might\na ray of wisdom;\nand to the holy [soul] … upon you,\ngive a token,\nyour seal,\ndriving away the death-nurturing [spirits]\nfrom my life\nand from my prayers;\nand keep my body\nsound, safe from hostile …,\nand keep my spirit\nundefiled, O King.\nTruly already …\nthe darkness of matter\nin earthly bonds.\nBut you are deliverance,\nyou are purification;\nrelease me from evils,\nrelease me from sicknesses, …\nI bear your seed …\ninto the depth of matter …\nFor you in the cosmos","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.571 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-571)."},"synesius-hymni/3.601":{"o":"Κατέθου ψυχὰν,\nΔιὰ δὲ ψυχᾶς\nἜν σώματι νοῦν\nΤὰν σὰν χούραν\nΧθονὶ θητεῦσαι.\n᾿Αντὶ δὲ θήσσας\nὝλα με μάγοις\nἝτι μὰν ἕνι μοι\nΒαιόν τι μένος\nΚρυφίας γλήνας\"\nΟὔπω πᾶσαν\nὅδυ “Ἐσέεσεν ἀλχάν.\nΚέχυται δὲ πολὺς\nἘφύπερθε χλύδων,\n…","t":"placed the soul,\nand through the soul\nmind in the body,\nyour daughter,\nto serve on earth.\nIn return for her servitude\nmatter … me …\nyet there is still in me\nsome small strength\nof the hidden eye;\nnot yet has it quenched\nall its strength.\nBut a great surge\nhas been poured over it from above …","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.601 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-601)."},"synesius-hymni/3.61":{"o":"Λῆξασα πόνων,\nΛήξασα γόων,\nΘυμῶν. ἐρίδων.\n(Ὅσα κηριτρεφῆ)\nΚαθαρᾷ γλώσσᾳ,\nΓνώμῃ θ᾽ ὁσί\nὝνον ἀποίσῃ.\nΕὐφαμείτω\nΑἰθὴρ καὶ γᾶ\"\n…","t":"having ceased from toils,\nceased from laments,\nfrom angers, from strifes,\nall that death nurtures,\nwith pure tongue\nand holy mind\nmay bring you a hymn.\nLet ether and earth\nkeep holy silence. …","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.61 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-61)."},"synesius-hymni/3.631":{"o":"…\n᾿Αλαῶπα τιθεὶς\nΤὰν θεοδερχῇ.\nἘλέαιρε, Πάτερ,\nΚούραν ἱκχέτιν,\nΤὰν πολλάχι δὴ\nΝοεραῖς ἀνόδοις\nἘπιδαλλομέναν,\nτὴν ἀδένεδξ ὕλας\nμέρος ἄγχει.\nΣὺ δὲ Ἰάμίον, Αναξ,\n᾿Ανάγωγα φάη.\nΚαὶ πυρχαῖὰν,\nΣπέρμα τὸ βαιὸν\nΑὔξων ἐν ἐμῷ\nΚρατὸς ἀώτῳ.\nΖωηφορίον,\nἽνα χεΐ ύσις\nὍθεν οὐχέτι γᾷ,\nΚλῶσις ἀνάγχας\nΠαλίνορσον ἄγει.\nΑἰπέτω, φυγέτω\nΔολερὰ γένεσις\nΘεράποντα τεόν\"\nἘμέθεν δὲ, Πάτερ,\nΧθονίου τε χλόνου\nΠῦρ μέσον εἴη.\nΝεῦύσον, Γενέτα,\nΝεῦσον προπόλῳ","t":"… making blind\nthe eye that sees God.\nHave pity, Father,\non your suppliant daughter,\nwho often strives\nfor the ascents of the mind,\nand whom the … part of matter\nchokes.\nBut you, O King, shine\nlights that lead upward,\nand increase the fire,\nthe small seed\nin the summit of my head,\nthe life-bearing,\nso that …\nwhence no longer earth,\nnor the spinning of Necessity\nleads it back again.\nLet deceitful becoming\nfall away, let it flee\nfrom your servant;\nand between me, Father,\nand the earthly turmoil\nlet there be fire.\nNod, Begetter,\nnod to your minister","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.631 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-631)."},"synesius-hymni/3.661":{"o":"“Ἤδη νοεροὺς\nΠετάσαι ταρσούς.\nἬδη φερέτω\nγῖδα Πατρὸς\nΔεῖμα μὲν ἐχθροῖς\nΒένθεα χόσμου\nΠυρίων ἀνόδων\nΚληϊδοφόροι \"\nἽνα μοι φάεος\nΠετάσωσι πύλας\nΜακὰ μοὶ Ἰμῦ\nε ι μέλεται\nἜρῤῥετε, λῆμαι\n᾿Αθέων μερόπων,\nΠτολίων τὰ χράτη\"\nθὅυ “Ἔῤῥετε, πᾶσαι\n“Αχαρὶς τε χάρις,\nΟἷσι ψνχὰν\n…","t":"to spread already\nthe wings of the mind;\nlet him already bear\nthe seal of the Father,\na terror to enemies …\nthe depths of the cosmos,\nkey-bearers\nof the fiery ascents,\nso that they may open for me\nthe gates of light …\nAway with you, lusts\nof godless mortals,\nthe powers of cities;\naway with you all,\ngraceless graces,\nby which the soul …","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.661 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-661)."},"synesius-hymni/3.691":{"o":"…","t":"…","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.691 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-691)."},"synesius-hymni/3.721":{"o":"υι τυοΐ ηὐδῖδ,\nΘωπευομέναν\nΓᾶ λάτριν ἔχει\nδίων τ᾽ ἀγαθῶν\nἜπιεν λάθαν,\nΜέχρις ἐγχύ\nΔοιὰς γὰρ ἔχει\nὍς δὲ τραπέζας\nἘπορεξάμενος\nἯ μέγα κλαύσει\nΠιχρὰν μερίδα,\nΤῶν ἀντίξων\nδε γὰρ χθονίας\nΔιχόθεν θνατοῖς\nΒίον οἰνοχοεῖ.\nΤὸ δ' ἀχηράσιον\n᾿Αμιγές τ᾽ ἀγαθὸν,\nθεῖς. ἣ τὰ θεοῦ.\nΜεθύοισα γλυκεῖ\nΒρητῆρο γυίας\n\"πθ. ρὐρννὰν Τὴ\nνέχυρσα πάγᾳ,\nἘδάην ἄταν ᾿\nἘπιμηθειάδα.\nΣτυγέω δὲ νό\n᾿Αλλοπροσάλλους,\nΣπεύδων, τανύω\nΦυγάδας ταρσοὺς,\nΦυγάδας διδύμων\nὝλας δώρων.","t":"… your daughter,\nheld in servitude,\nthe earth keeps as a slave,\nand she has drunk\nforgetfulness of her own goods,\nuntil …\nFor he has two jars;\nand whoever, reaching out\nto the tables,\n… will weep greatly\nover the bitter portion\nof the opposites;\nfor from two sides\n… pours out life\nfor mortals.\nBut the pure\nand unmixed good …\nthe things of God.\nDrunk with the sweet …\n… the spring,\nI learned the ruin,\nthe ruin of Epimetheus.\nI loathe the minds\nthat turn this way and that,\nand, hastening, I stretch\nmy wings in flight,\nfleeing the double\ngifts of matter.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.721 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-721)."},"synesius-hymni/3.751":{"o":"Ἴδε με, ζωᾶς\nΝοερᾶς ταμία,\n\"Ἴδε σὰν ἱχέτιν\nΨυχὰυ ἐπὶ γᾶς\nΝοεραῖς ἀνόδοις\nἘπιδαλλομέναν.\nιδύμων παβέων.\nΟἵαι ψυχὰς ὶ\nΔολόεσσα φύσις\nΚάμπτει κατὰ γᾶς\nΔός με φυγοῖσαν\nΣώματος ἄταν,\nΘοὸν ἅλμα βαλεῖν\nἘπὶ σὰς αὐλὰς,\nἘπὶ σοὺς κόλπους\"\n“Ὅθεν ἁ ψυχᾶς\nΠρορέει παγά.\nΠατρὶ ταμιενομένην,\nΣὺν ἄναχτι χορῷ\nΝοεροὺς ὕμνους.\nΝεῦσον δὲ. Πάτερ,\nΦωτὶ μιγεῖσαν\nΜηχέτι δῦναι\n…","t":"Look upon me, steward\nof the life of the mind;\nlook upon your suppliant\nsoul on earth,\nstriving for the ascents\nof the mind …\nof the double passions,\nwith which deceitful nature\nbends souls down to earth.\nGrant me, having fled\nthe ruin of the body,\nto make a swift leap\nto your courts,\nto your bosom,\nwhence the fount of the soul\nflows forth;\nto sing hymns of the mind,\nstewarded by the Father,\nwith the choir of the King.\nNod, Father,\nthat, mingled with light,\nit may sink no more …","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.751 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-751)."},"synesius-hymni/3.781":{"o":"…\n“Ὄφρα δὲ ζωᾶς\nΔεσμοῖσι μένω,\nΠραεῖα. μάκαρ,","t":"… And while I remain\nin the bonds of life,\ngently, blessed one,","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.781 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-781)."},"synesius-hymni/3.91":{"o":"…\nΣτάτω πόντος,\nΣὺ Πάτερ, σὺ, μάχαρ,\nἪ\nΣὺ ψυχοδόρους\nΕὐχᾶς ἀπ᾽ ἐμᾶς,\nτοὺ Ζωᾶς ἀπ᾽ ἐμᾶς,\nἜργων ἀπ᾽ ἐμῶν.","t":"… Let the sea stand still.\nYou, Father, you, blessed one, …\n[receive] soul-nourishing\nprayers from me,\n… from my life,\nfrom my works.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 3.91 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/3-91)."},"synesius-hymni/4.1":{"o":"Σὲ μὲν. ἀ ἐς,\nΣὲ δὲ, μεσοίσας,\nΣὲ δὲ, πανο\n᾿Αοῦς ἱερᾶς,\nΖαθέας νυχτὸς\nΜέλπω, Γενέτα,\nΔῶτορ\n᾿Απόνου βιοταῖς,\nονία φροντὶς,\nΜάτηρ ἀξίων,\nΜάτηρ παθέων,\nΚαθαρὰ μενέτω,\nἽνα τὰν πάντων\n(Σὰ γὰρ ἔργ᾽, ὦ Πάτερ)\nΚαταπαυέσθω\n᾿Ανέμων ῥοῖζος,\nθρῶος ὀρνίθων.\nυέτον μολπᾶς \"\nὙδάτων ἴμμα\nὦ χατὰ γᾶς.\nΔαίμονι ἤδη\nροῦ\nΠρόπέλοι γενέτου\nὝμνων Ὦεω\nΠεύθοιντο Πατρὸς,\nἽλεω δὲ λιτὰς\n᾿Ανάγοιεν ἐμάς.\nθ0 Μονὰς ὦ μονάδων,\nΠάτερ ὦ πατέρων,\n᾿Αρχῶν ἀρχὰ,","t":"You at [dawn],\nyou at midday,\nyou at [evening],\n… of the holy dawn,\nof the sacred night,\nI sing, Begetter,\ngiver …\nof a life free from toil.\n… care,\nmother of …,\nmother of passions,\nlet it stay pure,\nso that … of all things\n(for they are your works, O Father);\nlet the rushing of the winds\nbe stilled,\nthe noise of the birds,\n… of song,\nthe flowing of the waters\n… upon the earth.\n… now …\nlet the ministers of the Begetter\nhear the hymns\nof the Father,\nand carry up my prayers\nmade gracious.\nO Monad of monads,\nFather of fathers,\nBeginning of beginnings,","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 4.1 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/4-1)."},"synesius-hymni/4.121":{"o":"…\nΤὰν σὰν γένναν\"\nΜονὰς ἄῤῥητος,\nΣπέρμα τὸ πάντων\nΣπέρμα σε πάντων\nἘσπέρμηνε.\nΣὺ γὰρ ἐν πᾶσι.\nΔιὰ σοὺ δὲ φύσις\nὝπαάτα, μεσάτα,\nΝεάτα τε, Θεοῦ\n᾿Αγαθῶν δώρων\nΓονίμου ζωᾶς.\nΣοὶ μὲν ἀγήρως\nΣφαΐῖρα χυλίνδει \"\nὙπὸ σὰν τάξιν\nΚύτεος μεγάλου\nΒριαραῖς δίναις\n᾿Εὐδομὰς ἄστρων\nἃ πολλὰ μίαν\nΠτύχα ἔσιλῦνει\nΦέγγεα χόσμου\nΔιὰ σὰν βουλὰν,\nΣὺ γὰρ ἀμφιθέων\nΚύτος οὐράνιον,\nδ σαῖς δὲ, μάχαρ,\n᾿Αγίοις δεσμοῖς\nΑἴθρας λαγόσι\nΠολιῶν ἄστρων\n᾿Αγέλα νέμεται.\nΣὺ ἐν οὐρανίοις,","t":"… your begetting.\nThe ineffable Monad,\nseed of all things,\nsowed you\nas the seed of all things.\nFor you are in all things;\nand through you nature,\nhighest, middle,\nand lowest, [receives]\nthe good gifts of God\nand fruitful life.\nFor you the ageless\nsphere rolls on;\nunder your ordering,\nin the great hollow,\nwith mighty whirls\nthe seven of the stars …\nmany … one fold …\nthe lights of the cosmos\nthrough your will;\nfor you, running round\nthe hollow of heaven, …\nand by your holy bonds,\nblessed one,\nin the flanks of the ether\nthe herd of grey stars\nis pastured.\nYou among the heavenly,","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 4.121 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/4-121)."},"synesius-hymni/4.151":{"o":"Σὺ δ᾽ ἐνηερίοις,\nΣὺ δ᾽ ἐπιχθονίοις,\nἜργα μερίζεις,\nἐδ πωλνίτς νέμεις.\nΣὺ νόου πρύτανις\nΤαμίας τε θεοῖς\nπδίβοῦν θ᾽ ὑπαὶ\n\"Ἔσπασαν ὅμέ ὄρους.\nΣὺ ψυχοδότας,\nΤέταται ζωὰ,\nΚαὶ φύσιν ἀχμής.\n᾿Αλαὸν ψυχᾶς.\nΒλάστημα τεᾶς\nΚρέμαται σειρᾶς,\nΧωπόσα πετάσας\nΣτέρεται πνοιᾶς,\n᾿Απὸ σῶν κόλπων\nΔρέπεται συνοχὰν\nΠορθμευομέναν\nδιὰ σᾶς χᾶς\nἘξ δὲ ἦτων. .\nυφίας ᾽\n“ὄθον ἰωᾶς \"ἢ\nΦέρεται μέχρι γᾶς\nΔιὰ σᾶς ἐὰρ\nΚαταθδαίνοισαν\nΝοεροῦ μορφὰ\nΚόσμος ὁρατός.\n“Ἄλιον οὗτος\nΔεύτερον ἔσχεν,","t":"you among the airy,\nyou among the earthly,\ndistribute their works,\n… assign their portions.\nYou are president of mind\nand steward to gods;\n… drew …\nYou are the giver of souls;\nlife is stretched out [from you],\nand nature …\nthe blind … of the soul;\nthe offshoot of your chain\nhangs down;\nall that, spread out,\nis deprived of breath,\nplucks its cohesion\nfrom your bosom,\nferried\nthrough your …\nwhence of life …\nit is carried down to earth\nthrough your …,\ndescending, the form\nof the intellectual world,\nthe visible cosmos.\nThis had a second sun,","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 4.151 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/4-151)."},"synesius-hymni/4.181":{"o":"…\nὙστεροφεγγοῦς\nΔαίμων, ὖλας\nΠαθέων ἀλκὰ,\nὈμματολαμπῆ,\nΔιατειχέίζων\"\nΤᾶς γινομένας\nΤὰς θερειχεῖς\nΚαὶ φθειοομένας\nΒλάπτων ὁρμάς.\n᾿Αγαθῶν παροχὰν\n“Αγγέελον εὐχᾶς\nΔιὰ σὰν βουλὰν,\nΠάτερ ἄγνωστε,\nΦύλαχα ψνχᾶς,\nΠάτερ ἄῤῥητε,\nΦύλακχα ζωᾶς,","t":"… of the later-shining [world],\nspirit of matter,\ndefence against passions,\nwith shining eyes,\nwalling off\nthe things that come to be,\nthe earthly things,\nand those that perish,\nharming the impulses [of evil];\nprovider of good things,\nangel of prayer,\nthrough your will,\nunknown Father,\nguardian of the soul,\nineffable Father,\nguardian of life,","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 4.181 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/4-181)."},"synesius-hymni/4.211":{"o":"…\n“Αγνωστε νόῳ,\nΕὐχῶν φρουρὸν.\nἜργων φρουρόν.\nΚαθαρὸν νούσων᾽\nἸδὲ τοῦτο, λάτρις\nΠίπτω χατὰ γᾶς\nἽΝα χαὶ ζωᾶν\nἹκέτας ἀλαός.\nΤὰν ταιοτρεφῆ,\nΣὺ δὲ\nΤοῖς σοῖς ὕμνοις\nΣεῦε δὲ νούσους,\nΤὰν μετὰ μοίρας,\nΣεῦε δ᾽ ἀναιδῆ\nΔαίμονα γαίας,\n“Ὅσον ἐξανύω,\nΨυχᾶς ἀπ᾽ ἐμᾶς,\nΕὐχᾶς ἀπ' ἐμᾶς,\nἘπὶ σὰς αὐλὰς,\nΖωᾶς ἀπ' ἐμᾶς,\nἘπὶ δοὺς κόλπους,\nἜρτων ἀπ' ἐμῶν.\nὍθεν ἁ ψυχᾶς\nΣώματος ἔξω,\nπρορένι καγά.\nΠνεύματος ἔξω,\nΣὺ δὲ χεῖρα δίδου,\nΠάντων ἔξω\nΣὺ κάλει, σὺ, μάχαρ,\nΤῶν ἁμετέρων\nἄναγε\nΔαίμιον μενέτω\nἹχέτιν ψυχάν.\nΛιπέτω, φυγέτω","t":"unknown to mind,\nguard of prayers,\nguard of works,\npure from sicknesses.\nBehold this: your servant,\nI fall upon the earth,\nso that life …\na blind suppliant,\nthe … that nourishes …\nBut you …\nwith your hymns;\ndrive away sicknesses,\n… after my portion;\ndrive away the shameless\nspirit of the earth,\nas long as I accomplish [my life],\nfrom my soul,\nfrom my prayers,\nto your courts;\nfrom my life,\nto your bosom;\nfrom my works,\nwhence the fount of the soul\n[flows];\noutside the body,\n… a fount;\noutside the spirit,\ngive me your hand;\noutside all things;\ncall, blessed one,\n… of ours,\nlead up …;\nlet the spirit … remain …\nthe suppliant soul;\nlet it leave, let it flee","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 4.211 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/4-211)."},"synesius-hymni/4.31":{"o":"Παγῶν παγὰ,\nῬιζῶν ῥίζα,\n᾿Αγαθῶν ἀγαθὸν,\n“Άστρων ἄστρον,\nΚόσμων κόσ\nἸδεῶν ἰδέαν\nὉ Κρύφιον σπέρμα,\nΠάτερ αἰώνων, ῃ\nΠάτερ ἀφθέγχτων\nΝοερών χόσμων \"\nὍθεν ἀἁμδροσία\nΣταλάοισα πνοὰ,\nτὸς ὕγχοις\nΔεύτερον ἥδη\nΚόσμον ἀνάπτει.\nὙμνῶ σε, μάχαρ,\nΚαὶ διὰ φωνᾶς, ᾿\nὙμνῶ σε, μάχαρ,\nΚαὶ διὰ σιγᾶς.\nὍσα γὰρ φωνᾶς,\nΤόσα χαὶ σιγᾶς\nὙμνῶ\nΣὲ, μάκαρ, μεγάλῳ\nΠατρὶ συνυμνῶ,\nΚαὶ τὰν ἐτ᾽ σοὶ\nΤόνιμον βουλὰν,\nΜεσάταν ἀρχὰν,\n᾿Αγίαν Πνοιὰν,\nΑὐτὰ ἡξηνί Ἧ\nΑὐτὰ θυγάτηρ,","t":"Fount of founts,\nRoot of roots,\nGood of goods,\nStar of stars,\nWorld of worlds,\nForm of forms,\nhidden seed,\nFather of ages,\nFather of the ineffable\nintellectual worlds;\nwhence an ambrosial breath,\ndripping … into masses,\nkindles a second world.\nI hymn you, blessed one,\nthrough voice;\nI hymn you, blessed one,\nthrough silence.\nFor as much as I hymn through voice,\nso much through silence.\nYou, blessed one, I hymn\ntogether with the great Father,\nand the fruitful Will\nthat rests upon you,\nthe middle principle,\nthe holy Breath,\nshe the mother,\nshe the sister,\nshe the daughter,","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 4.31 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/4-31)."},"synesius-hymni/4.61":{"o":"Μαιωσαμένα\nἘρύφῶν ῥίξαν.\nἽνα γὰρ προχυθ\nΑὐτὰ πρόχυσις\n4ιὉ “Ἕστη δὲ μέσα,\nΘεὸς ἔχ τε Θεοῦ,\nΔιὰ παϊδά τε \"\"\"\nΚαὶ διὰ χλεινὰν\nΠατρὸς ἀθανάτου\nΠρόχυσιν Υἱὸς\nΕ Ἐ- βλάσταν.\nονὰς εἴ Τριὰς ὧν \"\nΜονὰς ἃ δὴ μένει,\nΚαὶ Τριὰς εἴ δή.\nΝοερὰ δὲ τομὰ\nἤλσχιστον ἕτι\nΤὸ μερισθὲν ἔχει\"\nΠρθορον δὲ μένει\nΤόνος ἐς Γενέταν,\nΚαὶ πάλιν ἔξω\nΤὰ Πατρὸς διέπει,\nκέσμας χατάγων\n“Ὅλ ζωᾶς,\n“Οὐεν αὐτὸς ἔχει.\nΛόγος, ὃν μεγάλῳ\nΝνόος ἀῤῥήτου\nΤίχτει σε Πατρός\nΚαὶ σὺ χυηθεὶς\nΔόγος εἷς Γενέτου,\nΠρῶτος πρώτας","t":"who delivered the hidden root.\nFor so that [the Father] might be poured forth,\nshe herself was the outpouring.\nAnd he stood in the midst,\nGod from God,\nthrough the …\nand through the glorious\noutpouring of the immortal Father,\nthe Son …, a shoot.\nYou are Monad, being Triad;\nMonad that remains,\nand Triad you are.\nAn intellectual division\nholds what is divided\nstill undivided;\nand the tension toward the Begetter\nremains …,\nand again, outside,\nhe governs the things of the Father,\nleading down …\nof life,\nwhence he himself has it.\nWord, whom the mind\nof the great ineffable Father\nbegets,\nand you, conceived,\nthe one Word of the Begetter,\nfirst of the first","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 4.61 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/4-61)."},"synesius-hymni/4.91":{"o":"γόνον\n…","t":"offspring …","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 4.91 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/4-91)."},"synesius-hymni/5.1":{"o":"…\nἙσπέραν Χριστοῦ γένναν\nἌ πβεμς νύμφας ὠδὶς\n᾿Ανθρώπου φῆνεν μορφὰν,\nὋς δι θνατοῖσι πο βδμεντὰς\nἮλθεν φωτὸς παγαίονυ.\nΑἰώνων οἶδεν ῥίζαν.\nΑὐτὸς φῶς εἶ παγαῖον,\nἐνλλλμψας. ἀκτὶς Πατρὶ,\nῬήξας δ᾽ ὀρφναίαν ὕλαν\nψυχαῖς μπεις ἀγναῖς.\nΑὐτὸς μὲν χόσμου χτίστας,\nΚλεινῶν σφαι ἄστρων,\nΚέντρων γαίας ῥιζωτὰς,\nΑὐτὸς δ' ἀνθρώπων σωτῆρ.\nΣοὶ τκιτὰν ἱππεύει,\nΠοῦς ἄσδεστος παγὰ,\nΣοὶ δ᾽ ἁ ταυρῶπις μήνα\nΤὰν νυχκεῶν ὄρφναν λύει.\nΣοὶ καὶ τίχτονται χαρποὶ,","t":"… [we sing] at evening Christ's birth.\nThe travail of the unwedded bride\nbrought forth the form of a man,\nwho came to mortals\nas … of the fount of light.\nHe knows the root of the ages.\nYou yourself are light from the fount,\na ray shining forth with the Father;\nand, breaking through dark matter,\nyou shine into pure souls.\nYou are the founder of the cosmos,\n… of the spheres of the glorious stars,\nthe one who rooted the centres of the earth,\nand you are the saviour of men.\nFor you the Titan [sun] rides,\nunquenchable fount of fire;\nfor you the bull-faced moon\ndissolves the darkness of the nights;\nfor you the fruits are born,","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 5.1 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/5-1)."},"synesius-hymni/5.31":{"o":"Σοὶ καὶ βόσχκοντσι ταιμναι.\nἜχ σᾶς ἀῤῥάτου πα γᾶς\nΖείδωρον πέμπων αἴγλαν,\n᾿Ανδρῶν μοιραίαις χοίταις.\nΠατρὸς βουλαέ\"\nΠιαίνεις χόσμων ταρσούς \"\nἘν σῶν βλάστησε χόλπων\nΚαὶ φῶς. καὶ νοῦς, καὶ ψυχά.\nΤὰν σὰν οἴχτειρον χούραν\nΓυίοις εἰρχθεῖσαν θνατοῖς,\nΜοίρας θ᾽ ὑλαίοις μέτροις,\nΝούσων ἐχσώξζοις λώδας,\n᾿Ασχηθῇ γυίων ἀλχάν.\nΝεῦσον μὲν μύθοις πειθὼ,\nἐεῦθον: ἕ Τρ κῦδον,\n᾿Αρχαίοις πρέψαι φάμαις\nτὰν κυράνες χαὶ Σπάρτας\"\n4ἀὺ Λύπαις δ᾽ ἄστιπτος ψυχὰ\nΠραεῖαν ἕλχο: ζωὰν,\nΘρέπτειραν, δισσὰς γλήνας\nἜ-ς σὸν τείνοισα φέγγος,\nἐποσταε οἴμους σπεύσω,\nΦύξηλις γαίας μόχθων,\nν Αὐὴ ψυχᾶς παγᾷ,\nΤοίαν ἄχραντον ζωὰν \"\nΤῷ σῷ κραίνοις φορμικτῇ.\nδ Εὐτ᾽ ἂν σοι δολίων μολπὰν᾽\nΤὰν σὰν χυδαίνων ῥέξαν,\nΜήχιστον Πατρὸς χῦδος,\nΚαὶ τὰν σύνθωχον Πνοιὰν","t":"for you the flocks are pastured.\nFrom your invisible fount\nsending life-giving radiance\nto the fated beds of men …\nby the Father's will,\nyou fatten the wings of the worlds;\nfrom your bosom sprang\nlight, and mind, and soul.\nPity your daughter,\nshut in mortal limbs\nand the material measures of fate;\nsave her from the outrages of sicknesses,\nand the strength of limbs unharmed.\nGrant persuasion to my words,\n… glory,\nto suit the ancient fame\nof the city of Cyrene and of Sparta.\nAnd let my soul, untouched by griefs,\ndraw a gentle life,\na nourishing life, stretching both eyes\ntoward your light,\nthat I may hasten on … paths,\nfleeing the toils of earth,\n… to the fount of the soul.\nSuch an undefiled life\nmay you accomplish for your lyre-player,\nwhen, glorifying your … root,\nthe greatest glory of the Father,\nand the Breath enthroned with him,","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 5.31 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/5-31)."},"synesius-hymni/5.61":{"o":"Μέσσαν ὁίζας χαὶ βλάστας,\nΚαὶ Πατρὸς μέλπων ἀλχὰν,\nΤοῖς τοῖς ὕμνοις ἀμπαύω\nΚλεινὰν ὠδῖνα ψυχᾶς.\nΧαίροις, ὦ Παιδὸς παγά 1\nΧαίροις, ὦ Πατρὸς μορφά!\nυθ Χαίροις, ὦ Παιδὸς χρη ἐφὶ\nΧαίροις, ὦ Πατρὸς σφρηγίς!]\nΧαίροις, ὦ Παιδὸς χάρτος !'\nΧαίροις, ὦ Πατρὸς χάλλοςϊ\nΧαίροις δ᾽ ἄχραντος Πνοιὰ,\nΚέντρον Κόρου χαὶ Πατρός.\nΤάν μοι πέμποις σὺν Πατρὶ\nΑρδοισαν ψυχᾶς ταρσοὺς,\nΚράντειραν θείων δώρων.","t":"the mean between root and shoot,\nand singing the strength of the Father,\nI rest the glorious travail of my soul\nin your hymns.\nHail, fount of the Son!\nHail, form of the Father!\nHail, … of the Son!\nHail, seal of the Father!\nHail, might of the Son!\nHail, beauty of the Father!\nHail, undefiled Breath,\ncentre of the Son and of the Father!\nMay you send her to me with the Father,\nwatering the wings of the soul,\nfulfiller of divine gifts.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 5.61 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/5-61)."},"synesius-hymni/6.1":{"o":"Μετὰ παγᾶς ἁγίας αὐτολοχεύτου\nΝ ῥῥήτων ἐνοτήτων ἐπέχεινα.Ἡ\nΘεὸν ἀμθρότου θεοῦ κύδιμον Υΐα,\nΜόνον ἐχ μόνου Πατρὶς αἷδα θορόντα\nΣτεφανώσω σοφοῖς ἄνθεσιν ὕμνων,\nὋν βουλᾶς πατριχᾶς ἄφραστος ὠδὶς\n᾿Αγνώστων ἀνέδειξε Παῖδα χόλπων,\nΝΑ Πατρὸς λοχίους ἔφηνε χαρποὺς,\nΚαὶ φήνασα φάνη ᾿ γαμμομκωι οὐας γοῦς.\nἘν πατᾷ δὲ μένουσι χαὶ χνθέντες,\nΣοφία νόου ἰατρὸς, χάλλεος αὐγὰ,\nΣοὶ τεχθέντι Πατὴρ ἔνευσε τίχτειν,\nΣὺ τὸ χρυπτὸν εἰ Ιατρὸς σπέρμα.\nΣῈ γὰρ ἀρχὰν γενέτας ἔδωχε χόσμοις,\nΚατάγειν ἐχ νοερῶν σώμασι μορφάς.\nΣὺ μὲν οὐρανοῦ σοφὰν ἄντυγα νωμᾷς,\nὰν δ᾽ ἄστρων ἀγέλαν ἀεὶ νομεύεις..\nΣὺ δὲ τᾶς ἀγγελιχᾶς, “Αναξ, χορείας,\nΚαὶ τᾶς δαιμονίας φάλαγγος ἄρχεις,\nἂρ Σὺ δὲ χαὶ φύσιν φθιτὰν ἀμφιχορεύεις,\nΑμέριστον περὶ γᾶν πνεῦμα μερίζεις,\nΚαὶ παγᾷ τὸ δοθὲν πάλιν συνάπτεις,\nΘνατοὺς ἐχ θανάτου λύων ἀνάγκας.\nἸλήχοις ἐπὶ σῶν στέμμασιν ὕμνων,\nΒιοτᾶς ὑψμνοπόλῳ νέμων γαλάναν,\nΕὐρίπων προχοὰν στῆσον ἀλῆτιν,\nἸξοσαίνων ὀλοοὺς κλύδωνας ὕλας ω\nψυχᾶς καὶ μελέων ἔρυχς νούσους.\nΠαθέων οὐλομέναν κοίμισον ὁρμάν\"\nδὺ Πλούτου χαὶ πενίας ἄλαλχε κῆρας,","t":"After the holy self-born fount,\nbeyond the ineffable unities,\nGod, glorious Son of immortal God,\nalone from the alone, springing from the Father,\nI will crown with the wise flowers of hymns;\nwhom the unutterable travail\nof the Father's will showed forth\nas Child from unknown bosoms;\n… revealed the fruits of the Father's travail,\nand, having revealed them, appeared …;\nand they remain in the fount even when poured forth.\nWisdom, healer of the mind, ray of beauty,\nwhen you were born, the Father granted you to beget;\nyou are the hidden seed of the Father.\nFor the Begetter gave you as principle to the worlds,\nto lead down forms from intellectual things to bodies.\nYou wield the wise rim of heaven,\nand ever shepherd the herd of the stars;\nyou, O King, rule the dance of the angels\nand the phalanx of the spirits;\nyou dance around perishable nature too,\ndistribute the undivided spirit around the earth,\nand join again to the fount what was given,\nreleasing mortals from the necessity of death.\nBe gracious to your garlands of hymns,\ngranting calm of life to your hymn-singer;\nstill the wandering flow of the straits,\ncalming the deadly waves of matter;\nward off sicknesses of soul and limbs;\nput to sleep the ruinous impulse of passions;\nturn away the dooms of wealth and of poverty,","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 6.1 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/6-1)."},"synesius-hymni/6.31":{"o":"ΓἜργοις κυδαλίμαν ὀμφὰν ὁπάσαις,\nἝν λαοῖς ἀγαθὰν ἄνοιγε φάμαν\"\n{ειθοὺῦς πραῦλόγου στέφ᾽ ἀώτῳ,\nνα μὴ νόος δρέποι σχολὰν ἀκύμων,\n…","t":"grant glorious fame to my works;\nopen a good report among the people;\n[crown me] with the flower of gentle-spoken persuasion,\nso that my mind may not reap a leisure without waves …","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 6.31 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/6-31)."},"synesius-hymni/6.61":{"o":"…\nΜηξ' ἐν ταῖς χθονίαις στένων μερίμναις\nὨδῖσιν σοφίας νόον κατάρδω.\nχετῶν ὑψιφορήτων","t":"… nor, groaning in earthly cares,\nmay I water my mind with the travail of wisdom …\n… of channels borne on high","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 6.61 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/6-61)."},"synesius-hymni/7.1":{"o":"Πρῶτος νόμον εὑρόμαν\nἘπὶ σαὶ, πἰάχαρι ἄμδροτε,\nἼησοῦ Σολυμήῆϊε,\nΝεοπηγέσιν ἁρμογαῖς\nΚρέξαι «χιθάρας μίτους.\nἈλλ᾽ εὐμενέοις, “Ἄναξ,\nΚαὶ δέχνυσο μουσιχὰν\nἘξ εὐαγέων μελῶν.\nΘεὸν, Υἷα Θεοῦ μέγαν,\nΔἰωνοτόχου Πατρὸς,\nΤὸν χοσμογόνον χόρον \"\nΤὰν παντομιγῆ φύσιν,\nΣοφίαν ἀπειρέσιον,\nΤὸν ἐπουρανίοις Θεὸν,\nΤὸν ὑποχθονίοις νέχυν.\nἘχύθης ὅτ᾽ ἐπὶ χθονὶ\nΒροτέας ἀπὸ νηδύος,\nφὺ Μάγος ἀ πολύφρων τέχνα\nἘξ ἀστέρος ἀντολᾶς\nθάμδησεν ἀμήχανος\nΤί τὸ τικτόμενον βρέφος,\nΤίς ὁ χρυπτόμενος Θεὸς,\nΘεὸς, ἣ νέχυς, ἣ βασιλεύς.\nἕν δῶρα Ἀρμνετει\nμύρνης ἐναγίσματα,\nχρυσοῖ τ᾽ ἀναθήματα,\n.«Λιδάνου τε θύῃ χαλά.\n5ὺ Θεὸς εἴ, λίδανον δέχον \"\nΧρυσὸν βασιλεῖ φέρω \"\nΣμύρνῃ τάφος ἁρμόσει.","t":"I was the first to find a measure\nfor you, blessed, immortal\nJesus of Solyma,\nto strike the strings of the lyre\nin newly fashioned harmonies.\nBut be gracious, O King,\nand receive the music\nof holy songs.\n[I sing] God, the great Son of God,\nof the Father who begets the ages,\nthe world-begetting youth,\nthe all-mingling nature,\nboundless Wisdom,\nGod to those in heaven,\na corpse to those under the earth.\nWhen you were poured out upon the earth\nfrom a mortal womb,\nthe much-knowing art of the Magi,\nfrom the rising of the star,\nwas amazed and at a loss:\nwhat is the babe that is born?\nWho is the hidden God?\nGod, or corpse, or king?\nCome, bring gifts,\nofferings of myrrh,\ndedications of gold,\nand fine sacrifices of incense.\nYou are God: receive incense.\nI bring gold to the king.\nMyrrh will suit the tomb.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 7.1 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/7-1)."},"synesius-hymni/7.31":{"o":"Καὶ γᾶν ἐχάθηρας,\nΚαὶ πόντια κύματα,\nΚαὶ δαιμονίας ὁδοὺς,\nπὺν χύσιν ἀέρος,\nαὶ νερτερίονς μνχοὺυς\nφθιμένῥισι βοπθόος\nΘεὸς εἰς ᾷδην σταλείς.\nΚαὶ δέχνυσο μουσιχὰν.\nἘξ εὐαγέων μελῶν.","t":"And you cleansed the earth,\nand the waves of the sea,\nand the paths of the spirits,\nthe flowing of the air,\nand the depths below the earth,\nhelper of the dead,\nGod sent down to Hades.\nAnd receive the music\nof holy songs.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 7.31 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/7-31)."},"synesius-hymni/8.1":{"o":"Ὑπὸ Δώριον ἁρμογὰν ἣ\nἘλεφαντοδέτων μίτων λύρας\nΣτάσω λιγυρὰν ὅκα\nἘπὶ σοὶ, μάκαρ, ἄμόροτε,\nΤόνε᾽ χύδιμε Παρθένου.\nΣὺ δέ μου βιυτὰν σάου\nἘρῤίωσας καὶ νέχυν,\nΔιὰ σὸν, Πάτερ, ἱκέταν-.\nΓνωτάν τε, συνωρίδα\nδὺ Τεχέων τε ᾿γηρόηβαι\n“Ὅλον ἡσυχίαν δόμον\n“Ὑπὸ σᾷ χειρὶ κρύπτοις.\nΦυνήονα δεμνίων,\nἘρίηρον, ὁμόφρονα,\nκ β ἴμῃ ἀδαήμονα\nὈάρων δλοχον σάου \"\n“Ὅσιον δ᾽ ἐφέποι λέχος\nΠαναχήρατον, εὐαγὲς,\nἸρυχὰν δὲ λυθεῖσαν\nΧθονίου βιότον πέδας\nἘξαίνυσο πημάτων,\nὺν δ' εὐαγέων χο;\nὝμνους ἀνάγειν δξδιν\nαἱ εἴ σῷ, μάχαρ.\nΠάλιν σοι μέλος ἄσω,\nΤάχα χαὶ χιθάραν πάλιν\nΠάλιν ἀχήρατον ἁρμόσω.","t":"To the Dorian mode\nof the ivory-bound strings of the lyre\nI will set a clear-sounding song\nfor you, blessed, immortal,\nglorious child of the Virgin.\nSave my life …\nand the dead …,\nfor the sake of your suppliant, Father;\nand my sister, and the pair\nof my children …\nhide the whole house in quiet\nunder your hand.\nSave the companion of my bed,\nbeloved, of one mind with me,\nignorant of [unlawful] converse,\nmy wife;\nmay she keep a holy bed,\nwholly undefiled, pure;\nand my soul, loosed\nfrom the fetters of earthly life,\nset free from pains,\n… to raise hymns\nwith the choir of the pure …\nto you, blessed one.\nAgain I will sing you a song;\nsoon again my lyre,\nagain I will tune it, pure.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 8.1 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/8-1)."},"synesius-hymni/9.1":{"o":"Ἐ ς ἐφαμέροις,\nΚαὶ λαοδόρος χύων\n᾿Ανεχάσσατο βηλοῦ.\nΛύσας δ᾽ ἀπὸ πημάτων\nψυχῶν ὁσίους χοροὺς\nΘιάσοισιν ἀχηράτοις\n᾿Ανιόντα σὲ, Κοίρανε᾽,\nΤὰ χατ᾽ ἠέρος ἄσπετα\nΤρέσεν ἔθνεα δαιμόνων \"\nΘάμδησε δ᾽ ἀχηράτων\nΧορὸς ἄμέροτος ἀστέρων \"\nΑἰθὴρ δὲ γελάσας,\nἘξ ἑπτατόνου λύρας\nἘχεράσσατο μουσιχὰν᾽\nἘπινίχιον ἐς μένος.\nΜείδησεν ἑωσφόρος,\nὉ διάχτορος ἀμέρας,\nΚαὶ χρύσεος ἕσπερος,\nΚυθερήϊος ἀστήρ.\nἋ μὲν χερόεν σέλα;\nΠλήσασα ἔων πυρὸς\n᾿Αγεῖτο σελάνα,\nΠοιμὴν νυχίων θεῶν.\nΤὰν δ᾽ εὐρυφαῇ χόμαν\nΤὸν ἀριστοτέχναν νόον\nἸδίου πυρὸς ἀρχάν.\nΣὺ δὲ ταρσὸν ἑλάσσας,\nΚυανάντυγος οὐρανοὺ\nὙπερήλαο νώτων,\nΣφαίρῃσι δ᾽ ἐπετάσθης","t":"… among creatures of a day,\nand the people-devouring dog\ndrew back from the threshold.\nAnd when, having freed from pains\nthe holy choirs of souls,\nyou ascended with pure companies, O Lord,\nthe countless tribes of spirits\nthroughout the air trembled;\nand the immortal choir\nof undefiled stars was amazed;\nand the ether, laughing,\nfrom its seven-toned lyre\nmixed music,\na victory song, for your might.\nThe morning star smiled,\nthe messenger of day,\nand the golden evening star,\nCytherea's star.\nThe horned moon,\nfilling … with fire,\nled the way,\nshepherd of the gods of night;\nand [the sun] spread its broad-shining hair …\nthe most artful mind,\nsource of its own fire.\nBut you, driving your foot,\nrose above the back\nof dark-rimmed heaven,\nand flew to the spheres","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 9.1 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/9-1)."},"synesius-hymni/9.31":{"o":"Νοεραῖσιν ἀχηράτοις\n᾿Αγαθῶν ὅθι παγὰ,\n…","t":"pure and intellectual,\nwhere the fount of goods is, …","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 9.31 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/9-31)."},"synesius-hymni/9.61":{"o":"…\nἘνθ' οὔτε βαθύ ς\nΧθονὸς ἔχγονα σύρων.\nοὐ χῆρες ἀναιδέες\nΑἰὼν ὁ παλαιγενὴς,\nΝέος ὧν ἅμα χαὶ γέρων\nΤὰς ἀεννάω μονᾶς\nΤαμίας πέλεται θεοῖς.","t":"… where neither deep [Hades],\ndragging the offspring of earth,\nnor shameless dooms …\nAeon, the ancient-born,\nyoung and old at once,\nis steward to the gods\nof the ever-flowing abiding.","f":"Synesius, <i>Hymn.</i> 9.61 (PG 66; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/synesius-hymni/9-61)."}}