The Orphic Collection, Volume I: The Hymns

Moirai unbounded, dear children of black Nyx,

hear me as I pray, of many names, you who upon the lake

of darkness, where the mournful water under the night-heat

breaks out in the shadowy recess of a sleek, fair-stoned cave,

5dwelling there, you range abroad over the boundless earth of mortals;

from there upon the tried mortal race, with light hope,

you walk, veiled in your robes of purple linen,

on the plain of doom, where opinion drives the all-earth chariot

past the bound of justice and of hope and of cares,

10and of primordial law and of boundless lawful rule;