Litany to Hephaistos

Deft-fingered Hephaistos, craftsman without peer,
worker of Gaia's silvery gifts, maker of jewels
to adorn Olympos' shining ones. Hephaistos,
friend of the sculptor, the mason, the smith; sooty one,
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Hephaistos, inventor of clever devices,
patron of the engineer and the architect,
maker of marvels, father of the world's wonders,
clear-eyed visionary, creator of dreams.
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Hephaistos, friend of the copper, friend of the bronze,
in your hands does the stoniest ore yield its riches,
in your hands does metal grow supple, does it find
its fairest form; your art it is to lay its beauty bare.
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Hephaistos, god of the burning depths, the rivers
of molten stone, whose might we see in bright-lit
trails of fire, in the ashy echoes of Pompeii.
Hephaistos, who dwells within the living mountain,
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Glorious Hephaistos of ancient renown, of your might
and your art great tales are told. Exalted one,
friend of the king and the workman, master unmatched
of hammer and tong, your works we view with wonder.
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.