from Synesius, Hymn 3

Synesius was a 4th-century AD pagan, then after conversion a Christian bishop in what is now Libya. Here's a portion (lines 187-200) from his third Hymn, with my translation afterwards.

Μύστας δέ Νόος
Τά τε καί τὺ λέγει,
Βυθὸν ἄρρητον
Ἀμφιχορύων.
Σὺ τὸ τίκτον ἔφυς,
Σὺ τὸ τίκτόμενον,
Σὺ τὸ φώτιζον,
Σὺ τὸ λαμπόμενον,
Σὺ τὸ φαινόμενον,
Σὺ τὸ κρυπτόμενον,
Ἰδίαις αὐγαις.
Ἓν καὶ πάντα,
Ἓν καθ’ ἑαυτό,
Καὶ διὰ πάντων.


Mysteries of the mind,
speak of this thing and that,
your inexpressible depths
are what we dance around.
You are the Maker,
you the Made,
you the Light,
you the Illuminated,
you the Revelation,
you the Hidden
in your own gleam.
One and Everything,
one and Himself
and throughout everything.