I call out to Cuda from whom all fortune flows,
who blesses us with those small gifts that ease our lives,
that keep at bay the suffering of our being:
a little money in our pockets, food enough
within our larders, a strong back and an agile mind,
good friends to share our joys and our burdens,
small and simple things indeed and yet great treasures.
Cuda of the lovely hills, the pretty towns,
the woods and fields, yours are the happy lands,
the lands of the farmer and the fisherman,
the shopkeeper and the shepherd. The good life
is yours, O Cuda; I pray to you for favor.