Helios

I praise bright Helios, great god who sees all things,
who hears each oath, who acknowledges each deed;
in all the world there is no spot hidden from your eye,
no escape from your certain witness. Son of Titans,
of fiery Hyperion and blue-eyed Theia,
brother of white-browed Selene, each day your firm hand
guides the chariot of the sun, four flaming steeds
of might and spirit, who cross the breadth of the sky.
Beautiful Helios, fair-haired god, clad in purple,
the sun's rays bathe you in light, O glorious one,
as splendor crowns you, wraps you in brilliance.
Helios, whose face we see each day of our lives,
who warms the soil that crops may grow, whose radiance
nourishes our children, whose might pierces the dark
of night, O Helios, I honor you, I praise your name.

Hephaistos

Resourceful Hephaistos, wise in the ways of metal
and stone, deviser of gadgets and useful machines,
inventor of contraptions and contrivances,
your talent is unequaled among the great gods,
your dextrous hands capable of any work.
With ease you take each creation from thought into
substance; effortlessly your ideas become real.
Clever you are, Hephaistos, greatest of engineers,
and yet an artist's eye is yours as well. Beauty
comes from your sturdy hands; the deathless gods themselves
exclaim at your mastery, the shining jewels
and delicate metalcraft, gold and silver
worked as fine as spiderwebs, gems cut to glitter
like the eyes of a cat. Hephaistos, craftsman
who excels at all manner of good work, patron
of smiths and wrights and artisans, I honor you.