I call to the Cucullati, good spirits
and wise, cloaked and cowled and hidden in shadow,
ever watchful of the lives of men, ever careful
of our concerns, ever heedful of our affairs.
Spirits three who wander the land, companions
of the mothers, who are with us from our first breath
to our last, you grant to us what is good in life:
wisdom, kinship, comfort and cheer, rest for the weary,
solace for the sorrowing, food for the hungry,
guidance for the lost. From marshy fen to grassy mead,
wherever men and women make their homes, there we know
your mercy and your grace; I praise and honor you.