Vosegus of the dark wood, Vosegus who runs
with the hounds, deer-stalker, bear-slayer, great one
who guards the beasts of the forest, who holds in hand
the lives of those who seek their prey within,
O god of the grove, of the well-worn footpath,
the moss-grown log, the scent of old growth and decay,
keen of eye, silent of step, with bow and sharpened shaft
you travel; in the wilderness you linger,
in the wilderness you live. O Vosegus,
friend you are to the mindful hunter, to those whose quest
is of need, whose aim is sure, whose shot is swift.
Vosegus of the wildwood, I praise and honor you.