Arnemetia of the holy grove, feet firm
upon the soft green sod, in the rustling of leaves,
in rainfall and in birdsong, we hear your call.
Lady of the waters, the searing springs,
the healthful drink, among the trees you were honored,
O goddess, and in your shrine of wood and stone
the faithful prayed, at need and in thanks, they sung
of your might and your glory, offering gifts
in gratitude, bright coins and figures carved in clay,
pouring out libations in your name. Arnemetia
who blesses the ailing and the sound, who hallows
the ground on which we stand, I praise and honor you.