I call to Senuna, so good and so fair,
lady of the chalky spring, your waters steady
and pure, lady of the thick-grown wood. Senuna,
whose ancient shrine once grew a prosperous town
to which the faithful traveled long ago. Senuna,
your name once lost to man, a thousand-year and more.
In times gone by you received such offerings–
shining coins of silver and gold, rings and chains
of delicate grace, jewels and adornments
that glitter and gleam–all given you by those
who knew your blessings. Senuna, goddess returned,
I praise you with words of reverence and awe.