I hail Abandinus, standing firm and faithful
by the deep-dug rock on which such sturdy walls
were built, by the banks of the river, deep and broad.
O Abandinus of the solitary shrine,
built and rebuilt by the hands of the pious;
Abandinus of spring and stone, answerer of prayers,
whose name withstood long years unspoken, whose power
and presence grew and thrived as generations
walked the field and forest of your land, I call to you.
God of the stronghold, well warded in times long gone,
god of the storage jar, brimful and bountiful,
I say your name, O god, with reverence and praise.