Whether you be the Dame Ceres,

original and motherly source of all fruitful things in the earth,

who after finding your daughter Proserpina,

through your joy caused barren and unfruitful ground to be cultivated,

and who now inhabits the land of Elusie;

Or whether you be the celestial Venus,

who in the beginning touched all things with engendered love,

who is now worshipped within the Temples of the Isle of Paphos,

being the sister of the God Phoebus provider of meat for so many,

now adored at the sacred places of Ephesus:

You who are terrible Proserpina,

whose deathly cries have the power to preserve us from the dark spirits and ghosts which appear before men,

keeping them bound within the earth;

You who are worshipped in divers ways,

you who illuminate the very ends of the earth with your feminine shape,

you who nourish the fruits of the world by your vigour and force;

Howsoever and with whatever name it is right to call upon you,

I pray to you to end my travail and misery,

deliver me from wretched misfortune which has pursued me for so long.