| Hestia, in the lofty homes of all immortal gods | |
| and humans who walk the ground, | |
| you won the eternal seat, the most ancient honor | |
| with great rewards and respect. Mortals have no | |
| feasts without you—they begin by pouring | |
| honey-sweet wine first and last to Hestia. | |
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| Hermes, son of Zeus and Maia, Slayer of Argos, | |
| messenger of the blessed gods, whose golden wand | |
| grants good fortune, | |
| stay in these lovely homes together in friendship, | |
| in kindness help me, joining with revered and dear | 10 |
| Hestia—as you two observe the good deeds | |
| of earthbound folk, attend them in mind and body. | |
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| Rejoice, daughter of Kronos and gold-wand Hermes— | |
| but I will remember both of you and the rest of the song. | |