TO OCEAN [OKEANOS / OCEANUS]
Fumigation from Aromatics
Ocean I call, whose nature ever flows, from whom at first both Gods and men arose;
Sire incorruptible, whose waves surround, and earth’s concluding mighty circle bound:
Hence every river, hence the spreading sea, and earth’s pure bubbling fountains spring from thee:
Hear, mighty fire, for boundless bliss is thine, whose waters purify the pow’rs divine:
Earth’s friendly limit, fountain of the pole, whose waves wide spreading and circumfluent roll.
Approach benevolent, with placid mind, and be for ever to thy mystics kind.
Orphic Hymn 62 to Ocean, translation by Thomas Taylor