Kind Asklepios, son of far-shooting Apollo, first of physicians, swiftest of healers, trusted mender of broken men and women, through you do the lame walk, the sick renew their good health; through you are wounds healed, bones knit, and illness burnt away; by your goodness and might do we regain joy in our lives. Asklepios, friend of mankind, I pray to you, I seek your favor. May I be healed of this affliction, may I recover through and through, may vigor and vitality return to me. Asklepios, compassionate one, learned one, resourceful one, I ask your blessing.
I call to Hygeia, daughter of wisdom-loving Asklepios whose shining temples you share, ever-watchful sister of dear Panakeia who knows all remedies. Bright-eyed Hygeia, foe of the Nosoi who lurk in the unclean corners, rich-robed goddess, mild and gentle one whose soft touch and soothing voice give ease to the suffering. In Athens and in Corinth were you well honored; in fair Sikyonia did you receive long locks of the hair of women, did you receive the gifts of the grateful. Hygeia, holder of the serpent and the chalice, friend of the honest physician, granter of the most precious of blessings, who gifts us with a hale and robust form, with vigor and vitality, blessed one, I call to you.
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