High is the height under the heavens,
Wide is the plain across the good earth,
Deep is the depth of the ocean-sea.
Shining are the Gods of my people,
Wise are the Spirits of this Land,
Mighty are the Old Ones of our blood and soul.
Hear me, oh Great and Shining Ones!
Hear me, oh host of Wise Ones!
Hear me,oh Great and Mighty Ones!
Tis Thy child and Thy sister that calls to Thee.
Tis Thy child and Thy sister that sings praises to Thee.
Tis Thy child and They sister that brings gifts to Thee.
‘Tis not the bright falcon that streaks across the heavens
‘Tis not the silver fish that darts in the ocean-sea,
‘Tis not the grey wolf that runs upon the earth.
‘Tis my blessings, my prayers that have taken flight,
‘Tis my blessing, my prayers that fly upon the wings
Upon the wings of the four Winds, Stribog’s grandsons.
High, and wide, and deep is Thy generosity, Great Kindreds.
And if ever my gifts have been pleasing to Thee.
Pour out Thine generosity upon me and mine.
Bless me even as I bless Thee, oh Kindreds,
And be with me now and in times to come.
In the name of All that is Holy, so be it.