I praise bright Helios, great god who sees all things,
who hears each oath, who acknowledges each deed;
in all the world there is no spot hidden from your eye,
no escape from your certain witness. Son of Titans,
of fiery Hyperion and blue-eyed Theia,
brother of white-browed Selene, each day your firm hand
guides the chariot of the sun, four flaming steeds
of might and spirit, who cross the breadth of the sky.
Beautiful Helios, fair-haired god, clad in purple,
the sun’s rays bathe you in light, O glorious one,
as splendor crowns you, wraps you in brilliance.
Helios, whose face we see each day of our lives,
who warms the soil that crops may grow, whose radiance
nourishes our children, whose might pierces the dark
of night, O Helios, I honor you, I praise your name.