Hermes offering, because I am stuck somewhere, and have no way of getting home.
Translation of the Hymn:
Listen to me, O, Hermes, of Zeus a messenger and son of Maia; for you are victorious and president of the games of men.
Gracious minister, and astute killer of Argus, with your winged sandals, from the gods you prophesize to us.
He who loves exercises, trickery, and schemes, interpret of all, source of profit and relief.
He who holds in his palms the weapon of peace and in luck's transit.
Fortunate Corinthian and supplier of discourse, who helps mortals that worship Him in need, terrible weapon of tongue and Guide of our paths, listen to my prayer and concede a noble and good ending to life, in chosen words, and memorable workings.









