“To the Grey Weaver”
I sing to the grey-eyed warrior,
You, who bears the Aegis of Your father
And the wisdom of Your mother.
Most-beloved of Athens, who is mother of the city
And bestower of the olive tree.
You, who are attended by Justice
Leads us to do good
And compete on the side of righteousness.
When challenged, You prove Your worth
Instead of raining down blows;
And mete out correct punishment when You win.
Creative Lady, weaver of Olympos
Giver of the skills of the loom,
Accept this prayer, insufficient though it is
In return and thanks for all that You have given.