I call to steadfast Stanna, upright and forthright,
vigilant one who walks the halls of house and home,
who follows where her children make their way,
who knows well where they travel, how they fare.
Stanna of spring and fountain, of waters fresh
and clear, of the perilous path to the distant peak,
yours were the dye vats, the purple of kings,
yours the stout-walled seaport, the flow of coin,
the luck of the merchant and the seafarer.
Stanna in whom the faithful place their trust,
companion of swift-flinging Telo of great might,
I offer you my praise, I honor your calling.