Etiona of the hazel tree, of the center,
heavy and sweet, of the slick smooth stones that line
the river-bed, green with persistent life,
I call to you. Etiona, O goddess fair,
holder of the heart of wisdom, who knows the pleasures
of understanding, the worth of insight,
the riches that lie in the words of wise women
and learned men. Your gift it is to find
what is hidden, to bring light to what is dark,
to take joy in puzzles and riddles, to question
all things and to seek all answers. Etiona,
granter of curiosity and of the wit
to wield it, I honor you and ask your favor.