O pure Goddess, who silver
These sacred ancient plants
Turn thy beautiful semblance on us
Unclouded and unveiled…
Temper, o Goddess
The brave zeal
Of the ardent spirits
Scatter on the earth the peace
Thou make reign in the sky…

Complete the rite: and the sacred wood
Be clear of the laity
When the irate and gloomy God
Asks for the Roman’s blood
My voice will thunder
From the Druidic temple
He will fall; I can punish him
(But my heart is unable to do so)
(Ah! Return to me beautiful
In your first true love;
I’ll protect you
Against the entire world
Ah! Return to me beautiful
With your serene ray;
I’ll have life, sky
And homeland in your heart
Ah, return again as you were then
When I gave you my heart then
Ah, come back to me.)