Listen, smith of the heavens,
hear the poet's prayer.
May your mercy come gently unto me.
I call on thee, for thou hast wrought me.
I am thy servant; thou art my Lord.

God, I call on thee to mend us.
Remember us, mild one; much we need thee.
Hammer away, O king of suns, powerful and good,
every human sorrow that dwells within the heart.

Watch over me, mild one, much I need thee
truly every moment in this mortal realm.
Son of the Virgin, send us worthy aims,
for I know in my heart all virtue comes from thee.