I call to Alauda of the gentle hand,
goddess bountiful and good, great-hearted one
whose gift it is to bring together the spirits
of land and humanity; you know the art
of harmony, the craft of give and take. Yours
is the river long and lithe, the passage of years,
the course of many lives; yours is the voice
of understanding, the will to serve the good.
We know you in larksong, in fields of bright grain.
in the floodplain and the ford; goddess of concord,
whose grace and glory long sustained the faithful
and the needy. Alauda, I honor your might.