I call to Albiorix who watches the world,
great of wisdom, great of might, who holds in hand
the fortune of the tribe, whose arm is strong,
whose will is firm, whose counsel is true. Albiorix
of the hidden spring, the lands that lie beneath
the peak, the foothill and the weathered stone:
beautiful is your domain, O god of many gifts.
Friend of the farmer and the warrior, sustainer
and savior of lives, bright and bold-hearted one,
your tales long lost, your temples long fallen to rubble,
I call to you with words of reverence and praise.
O god of a changed and changing realm, I honor you.