Wise Garmangabis, subtle and profound, your art
it is to know what is, to know what will become;
of word and deed you see the source, of worth
and mettle you see the substance. Garmangabis,
weaver of our worlds, witness of our ways,
gently you twine those threads worn thin, laying weft to weft
with skill and care. Goddess of the wandering ones,
the dwellers on the riverbank, the wide-strewn seed,
granter of blessings abundant and needful,
your goodness and grace endure, well-rooted
in the soil, well-cherished in the souls of men.
Garmangabis, honored one, I offer you my praise.