I call to fair Ancamna of spring and of stream,
of the twisting, turning river that brings sweet water
through valley and glen, blessing the children of men
with this, your gift. Ancamna of the green lands,
so long ago your might was felt, your goodness known
by one and all, so long ago your name was spoken
in prayer, uttered in shaded groves by those who loved you;
they stood on the soft grass, bearing your image,
molded into clay by skillful hands. Ancamna,
companion you are to Lenus of the healing hands,
to Smertrios of the cudgel; in all things, goddess,
do men and women turn to you and beg your blessing.