Hekate I praise, fair maiden of the crossroad,
you who see things hidden, who heard Persephone
as she cried out from the underworld. Hekate,
with whose help did Demeter regain her dear child;
whose torches light the moonless night; who guards the gate;
who receives due offering wherever three roads meet;
yours, goddess, are shares in all the realms. Hekate,
who travels freely along all roads, I praise you.
To you, Hekate, are the mysteries known.
To you do women ever turn for protection.
To you do those who work magic pray for wisdom.
Hekate, ancient one, I praise and honor you.
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