Fair Nehellenia, you stand by the sea,
by the shore; friend of the sailor and the voyager,
friend of those in need, your altars stood strong
by the broad blue Rhine and the north sea-coast.
Gracious goddess, on many stones your form was carved,
with kindly face and arms well filled with crusty bread
and apples, at your feet a hound of gentle mien.
In days less ancient, goddess, were you unknown
to men, your might and goodness long forgotten;
yet still you stood, still you held the sea as your own,
’til your name came back to the world by wind and by rain.
Nehellenia, goddess of old, I honor you.