To you, who dawned before me, offspring of
The great abyss and flower of foaming billows!
To you, whom with their love all things embrace,
And who stir tempests in a statue's depths!
To you, O woman and O virgin, myrrhs,
Fruit, frankincense, I offer recklessly!
To you, the music of the world! To you,
My songs' pure foam, songs that your vision fills!
For you can love, remember, understand.
Before I saw you in the world's great night,
You shone upon my mother's lighted face.
Your worshipper into the world I came;
Your name I knew not, and in love's sweet font
I called you with the name _Makaria_!
_1895._