Uyan Ey Ruhum: Kyreneli Synesios'un Üçüncü İlahisi

Awake, my soul; give yourself unto sacred songs, lay to rest the stings that are born of matter. Arm the mighty impulses of the mind. For the King of gods we are weaving a crown, a bloodless offering, libations of poesy. Thee I invoke in song, Thee in the ocean, Thee over islands, on mainlands, in cities, and on craggy mountains, Thee whenever I rest the twain feet of my limbs on the far-famed plains, Thee, blessed Creator of a universe. Night brings me, Thy minstrel, to Thee, O King, and I lift up to Thee hymns of the day-time, of the morning, of the evening. Thy witnesses are the beams of glittering stars, the courses of the moon, and that mighty witness, the sun, who presides over the pure stars, the holy guardian of pious spirits. Lifting up my wing that turns away from far-reaching matter, I have advanced and come to Thy dwelling-place, Thy bosom, rejoicing. And now even unto the sacred enclosure of the Holy Sacrifice am I come, a suppliant.