I call to Endovelicus of the western sea,
of the land of gold and harmony. God of the good,
well-traveled one, master of many arts, granter
of many gifts, holder of many sanctuaries,
long ago in fair Iberia your might was known,
your name often spoken in thanks and in prayer;
the love and trust the faithful gave to you, you earned
by constancy and care, O ever-present,
ever-watchful one. By your will are the ailing
brought to health; by your will are the streets made safe,
the weal of the public well served. Light of the sun,
voice of the prophet, I honor you and praise your works.