I call to Gobannus of the fire and the forge,
great of might and great of skill, god of the strong arm,
friend of the smith, the wright, the clever artisan.
Yours is the river, Gobannus, that arose
from the ice, that wore its way through solid stone,
yours is the green and fertile vale. Wayfarer,
far-wandering one, good and openhanded god,
you grant your gifts to all who pray for your favor.
O god of makers, god of calloused hands
and sooty faces, your craft it is to shape
what is useful, your art it is to form what is fair.
Gobannus of many talents, I honor you.