Orpheus - The Hymns of Orpheus - XXX: To the Curetes lyrics

LEAPING Curetes, who with dancing feet And circling measures, armed footsteps beat: Whose bosom's mad, fanatic transports fire, Who move in rythm to the founding lyre: Who traces deaf when lightly leaping tread, Arm bearers, strong defenders, rulers dread: Propitious omens, guards of Proserpine Preserving rites, mysterious and divine Come, and benevolent my words attend, (In herds rejoicing), and my life defend.