I praise you, Tyche, fair daughter of mighty Zeus,
whose splendid temples were found in every city.
Peerless one, those you favor receive all good things.
We do what we can in the world, noble goddess:
we do our work each day with diligence and care;
we plant our crops and tend to them devotedly;
we use the wisdom we possess to craft our lives.
And yet for all our efforts, some times we must fail,
some things we are given only by luck--by you!--
for your gift, goddess, is to bend the rules of chance.
O Tyche, to whom so many pray for good fortune,
benevolent goddess, I praise and honor you.
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