Beloved Maia, I sing your praises. You are at once earthly and celestial, like your quicksilver son.
In mountain caves do you dwell, and with the graceful nymphs do you create beautiful laughter that rings through the hills.
Eldest of the seven Pleiades, shining in the night sky, your brilliant light is guide and comfort to the traveler.
Oh gentle blooming mother, how lovely you are, how kind. May you always look upon me with a friendly smile.






