Ialonus of the river swift and shining,
god of the meadow and the dale, of the glade
and the hidden glen, O holy god of the lands
on which we live, the lands we work and build upon,
I call to you. Yours are the rushing waters,
the briny plain, yours are the ice-carved caverns
and the reedy marsh; great-hearted Ialonus
of the beautiful country, the mild and sunny
days, friend of the artist and the artisan,
granter of wisdom and inspiration,
Ialonus, most sacred and sovereign god
who hallows our being, I praise and honor you.