Noumenios rises with the newborn month, tracking the passage of time
Bearing in hand his silver bow, like the cresent in the sky pale lit.
Selene rises from the waves, water trailing from her silver locks,
See how her silver cresent rise, the winged drawn cart into the
heavenly arch.
Hail Noumenios above, your light turns the succession of days,
And before you the moon withers and fills, marked upon Selene's pearly
breast.
Apollon of the unshorn locks, you rise anew and kindle your flame in
your golden house,
Rise into the heavens dripping dew, newly born rising into the flush of
man.
Hail bright crowned Selene, rekindling your own flame, shining
with borrowed light,
High we see the bull's horns that curve upon your fair tressed head so
bright.
White-armed goddess, we greet your pale form in splendor, lifting into
heavens high,
Mother of time's passage, the dancing daughters, months, and fair faced
seasons.
Hail to you mother and father of the shining month, on this
night newly begotten,
May she greet us who sing praises, in fair form and deliver forth a
token blessing.
We greet and celebrate the new month, Selene's laughing-eyed daughter,
Hail to you who brings time passage churning, and light the heavens
renewing.
