To wide-ranging Lugus I offer my prayer.
O god of many, ever are you with your people,
warding the home or watching over the traveler;
ever do you grant your gifts to the artist
and the tradesman, the maker and the warrior.
Noble Lugus, consort of shining Rosmerta,
from the dark you arose, O wise one, O clever one;
from your hands fall bright gold, the reward of the worthy,
given to those whose craft and toil bring into being
works both useful and fair. Well known you were
in Gaul and in Galicia, O thrice-honored god;
I honor you this day, O Lugus, O constant one.