Gracious and good Vesunna, lady of rivers
long and wide, of cities great and beautiful,
of a people who cannot be broken, who rally
after any fall, your realm lies low, O goddess,
between the valley and the peak; your lands are green
and bountiful, with furrowed fields and hillsides
thick with vines. Your temple stands in ruins now,
the grass grown tall among the stones, a tower
rent and weathered, yet fair and noble still.
Merciful Vesunna, whose gift it is to grant
good luck, who is the friend of those who live along
the far edge of enough, I praise and honor you.