Prayer to the Fates

Listen, Moirai, who sit nearest of the gods to the throne of Zeus and weave on Adamantine shuttles countless and inescapable devices of counsels of all kinds.
Aisa, Klotho and Lakhesis, fair-armed daughters of Nyx, hear our prayers,
you all-terrible deities of heaven and the lower world:
send us rose-bloomed Eunomia and her bright-throned sisters Dike and garland-wearing Eirana,
and make this city forget its heavy-hearted misfortunes.