Hear golden Titan, whose eternal eye

With broad survey illumines all the sky:

Self-born, unwearied in diffusing light,

And to all eyes the mirror of delight:

Lord of the seasons, with thy fiery car

And leaping coursers, beaming light from far:

With thy right hand the source of morning light,

And with thy left the father of the night.

Agile and vig'rous, venerable Sun,

Fiery and bright around the heav'ns you run.

Foe to the wicked, but the good man's guide,

O'er all his steps propitious you preside:

With various-sounding, golden lyre, 'tis thine

To fill the world with harmony divine.

Father of ages, guide of prosp'rous deeds,

The world's commander, born by lucid steeds,

Immortal Jove, all-searching, bearing light,

Source of existence, pure and fiery bright:

Bearer of fruit, almighty lord of years,

Agile and warm, whom ev'ry pow'r reveres.

Great eye of Nature and the starry skies,

Doom'd with immortal flames to set and rise:

Dispensing justice, lover of the stream,

The world's great despot, and o'er all supreme.

Faithful defender, and the eye of right,

Of steeds the ruler, and life the light:

With sounding whip four fiery steeds you guide,

When in the car of day you gloriously ride.

Propitious on these mystic labours shine,

And bless thy suppliants with a life divine.

-Orphic Hymn to the Sun