Hestia, you who tend the holy house of the lord Apollo, the Far-shooter at goodly Pytho, with soft oil dripping ever from your locks, come now into this house, come, having one mind with Zeus the all-wise —draw near, and withal bestow grace upon my song.
Ἑστίη, ἥτε ἄνακτος Ἀπόλλωνος ἑκάτοιοΠυθοῖ ἐν ἠγαθέῃ ἱερὸν δόμον ἀμφιπολεύεις,αἰεὶ σῶν πλοκάμων ἀπολείβεται ὑγρὸν ἔλαιον·ἔρχεο τόνδʼ ἀνὰ οἶκον, ἕνʼ ἔρχεο θυμὸν ἔχουσα σὺν Διὶ μητιόεντι· χάριν δʼ ἅμʼ ὄπασσον ἀοιδῇ.