Arvolecia, mender of men, friend of the ailing
whose art it is to restore what is taken
by wound and disease, to strengthen the frail,
to soothe the suffering, to bring quick relief
to those who seek your blessing. Arvolecia
of the green rolling lands, of tranquil hill and vale,
the farmer and the shopkeeper, the townsman
and the laborer, all rest within your realm;
long gone is the forest, the refuge of the beasts,
long gone the men who made the wilds their home.
I call to Arvolecia of ancient might,
I offer you my praise; I pray for your favor.