Noreia of the frosted peaks and clear cold lakes,
the fields of grain and fruitful tree, the thick-grown woods,
the precious ore within the earth, I call to you.
Noreia, mistress of a land rich and rugged,
of a people steadfast and strong, fond-hearted and fierce,
your sanctuary stood in days long gone, stone walls
adorned with noble tales in colors bright and bold,
a trove of gifts and offerings made with love
and gratitude, shining coins and pretty baubles,
fair figures cast in gold and silver, carved in clay.
Noreia, giver of strength to bear many burdens,
granter of blessings great and small, I honor you.