Hail Apollon, Hail Telchinus, howling god
Hail to you dancing about the lightning rod
You who stirs the gusty winds to gale
To scream, to whip, to billow and flail
Across the cresting sea where ships ride
And shaking the harbors in a torrential tide,
So raises the mighty wind of storms you bring
Racing through the mountains on silver wing
To the vales where the fragrant laurels shake
Each glossy leaf singing in its rattling quake.
Hail to you swift flying god of sibilant voice
Sail-filling lord in whom seamen rejoice;
And the sweet breezes that you gently send
Are hailed as a blessed gift across the land.
So hail to you king, hail to you solar breath
Hail to you lord of life before the gate of death
Praise to you lord of lyric voice whom I pledge
Gryphon-seated flutist at the horizon edge
You, whistling summoner of the court of Aeolus
Wide-winged father of the celebrants of Corybas.
Mystic father of singing Corybantes, to you I pray
Rider of gleaming currents, born by the sun’s ray
Deliverer from the storms of terror, to you I sing
Hail Euboian and Rhodian, hail breathful king
Hail Samothrakian, mystic-singer, chorus-leader
Hail to you, Telchinus, perfumed with cedar
Hail Apollon, fiery-breathing, laurel crowned
Hail to you to great lord, magnificent, renowned.
Hail Apollon, hail ineffable king of light
Hail to you lord garlanded in purity white
In whom starry Delos does ceaselessly rejoice
In the blessed current of your sweeping voice
Issuing your fiery breath upon the earth
A solar wind bringing spring’s tender birth
As you, with long stride, summon to the air
The attendance of Zephyrus with dewy hair,
Youth-loving, dancing joyously at your side
As perfumed flowers are to your altar applied.
Nevertheless has it not been too often sung
With bitter-sweetness drawn from every tongue
When spring flowers loose their tender bloom
To hail spring’s end at Hyakinthos tomb.
Yet, like a lion your rise on golden breeze
Shining forth, rayed, upon the lands and seas
With sword of gold, and sheild gleaming bright
You pierce the cool darkness of mother night
That you may embrace by your gleaming arms
The earth, enchanted by the ringing charms
Of your voice, that the misty vapors rise
At the exhalation of the earth’s limpid sighs
As to you the droning grasshoppers laguidly sing
Their slumberous sighs flying on ivory wing
As wheaten heads draw their gold by your grace
And the burning sun glorifies your shining face
‘Til at last Notos of the loud-pouring vase
Wings forth across the heavens to his cause.
Forthwith you mix the storm-bringing winds
Howling one, wolfish god, Telchinus we praise
The cultivator of the ripened fruits you raise
As upon your dragon-yoked chariot you soar
Like a winged falcon skimming above the shore
With lightning thundering behind your advance
And the wind whips carrying the hallow song
From your shepherd pipes as it rushes along
Until in its heightening fervor you call at last
The wind issued of Boreas’ northernly blast.
As his conch shell moans and cold rain sweep
Aloft, swan-born you travel beyond his keep
Afar you go, to the place where winds sleep.
Hail Apollon, far-shooter of the whistling dart
On currents dancing, celebrant by your art.
As Hurricane Irene moves ever closer I find myself thinking of four gods in particular. Poseidon, as the bringer of the sea-storms, of Zeus the thunderer and bringer of torrentual rains, Hera Telchinia and Apollon Telchinios. This is nothing too greatly new for me. There have been many storms that have come this summer that when they have become violent enough had me praying to Apollon Telchinios, Hera Telchinia (for Hera and Apollon were revered by the mythic Telchines, masters of storms, at Rhodes though ironically both Zeus and Apollon are credited with the destruction of Telchines, the former by inundations and the latter in the form of a wolf) and Zeus.
It may certainly seem odd to honor Apollon in association with storms, but there is plenty of evidence of the god associated particularly with winds from the “divine wind” that was said to possess the oracle, to even a loose connection between himself and Zephyrus in regards to the myth of Hyakinthos. That Apollon and Zeus are credited with the destruction of the “civilization” of the Telchines from which a handful were said to have fled, and yet were honored can almost smack of the little bit of wisdom “play with the fire and you’ll get burned. Those Telchines who are malicious in myth were the storm conjurers and were known to destroy plants and animals versus their more beneficial counterparts (these strike me almost quite similar to Djinn as fiery-wind type (versus the watery-wind of the mediteranean) who were likewise divided into accordance to a class of beneficial and malivolent spirits). Therefore Apollon and Zeus destroying them is quite ironic if we consider the torrents of Zeus paired with the ravenous (wolf-like) winds of Apollon. Winds are interesting character in themselves of which I place water currents into the same category as being of the same entity in general just in two different bodies of “water” (one liquid and the other gaseous). What is particularly interesting is just how beneficial and yet devistating these currents can be…especially when there is a remarkable change in them. So while at every storm I naturally give prayer to Zeus and the bringer of torrents, the lightning-weilder, I do not forget Apollon Telchinios when the gusts rattle the house. Though I think I became more familiar with this when I lived in “Tornado Alley” in the midwest! Still in the advent of storms I pray to them along with Hera who brings bountiful rains, in order to pray for little damage and a quick passing, if it cannot be directed away.
Even on a few occassions when I had to walk home to work and the rain was threatening to fall and I begged and pleaded for it to not storm until I had nearly arrived home (which I was happy to see happen). But with the advent of the hurricane I am offering prayers to to Poseidon. This Hurricane experience is a bit different from my last one. This time I am in a position of relative safety since I am living further in land. Though Irene should hit here Saturday morning we may not experience much more here than some gusts and a bit of rain. Last time, with Katrina, I was rigt in New Orleans! But all the same I pray that the storm shall not be too severe, or even better perhaps that the winds push it back out into the Atlantic (which is a possibility though a slim one).