"To Zeus of the Thunderstorm"
O Ombrios, O Skotitas, O Keraunios, O Hypatos! Brilliant light in the heavens! Trumpet of thundering might! O great storm!
You who inspire equal parts fear and awe in the hearts of men,
As your great dark-clouded chariot rears on the horizon.
O roaring, luminous king, brightening the darkness with an incomparable gleam,
The sharp bolts of light that are yours alone to weild!
For no other among gods or mortals could bear such force and majesty.
Those flashing spears you throw with perfect aim, piercing through obscured skies,
And the fearsome rolling tremors that echo your great voice,
Herald your passing overhead, O holy Olympian Lord!
How blessed are we to be in the presence of your vigor, the just strength that sows life-giving rain upon the fields of the good,
And strikes down with fiery bolts the crude ambitions of the wicked!
Yours is the mercy to allow judgement to pass over us, and the right to let it pour down.
The storm is your greatest incarnation, O Zeus on High, for in it is your might, your glory, your justice and generosity, your venerable and unconquerable reign!
