I praise you, Hephaestus, son of stately Hera,
for whom the flames dance as metal bends to your will.
You stand at the forge, bright sparks showering the dark
as would swiftly falling stars, while you work your art.
So great your skill, Hephaestus, such marvels you shape!
The most cunning devices have you created,
and exquisite jewelry to delight all eyes,
such that the gods themselves have never seen their like.
Invention is your gift, most able of craftsmen;
all those who create objects of need and beauty
feel your hands working through their own. Great Hephaestus,
patron of wrights, giver of skills, I honor you.