Hail Athena!
Praise to the Goddess Athena, daughter of he who reigns,
Barring a shield of thunder heads afforded by the father;
She walks among the city streets cloak’d in a vail disguised,
Assuming any mortal air amassing her desires;
She oft to form a destitute, beseeching alms of hunger,
To pull upon the peplos hem, to beg a very pittance;
Will you detect immortal eyes, within the borrow’d casing,
Lavishing her, the deity, all that a home provides,
Or heave the crone from out the way, to rid the wicked haunting,
Attack the hand that trembles old to hasten her departure?
But if you do reject the poor, revenge to fall the peril,
Thundering eyes of holy grey, do rue the spiteful anger;
I beg you not attempt the path of pursuing the ladder,
A mortal end of greedy pain is surely to be gotten;
Assume the stormy eyes she holds are held in every creature,
The spirit of the great above abounding every being;
Then absolute the grace to come o’ she who rules the kingdom,
A kindness all the goddess ask, a preference be given.