I call to Belisama, lady of light,
lady of fire, of the swift-rushing river
and the depths of the tranquil lake. Belisama,
when the sun is high and the days are long,
when stone and sod are warm against our feet,
we feel your might. Belisama of the grove,
once well known in Britain’s green and flourishing hills
and in the ancient lands of Gaul, Belisama
of the temple and the wildwood, honored
when the sun is strong, recalled with love and longing
when the winter winds bluster and howl, O goddess,
Belisama, summer-bright, I offer you my praise.