Of Sirona

Shining bright, stars first light
Heaven’s daughter, mother of stars
Lady of the moon, glow soft

Cool streams, singing springs
Holy waters in Moon’s gleam
Bright Disk in darkest night

Come, Sirona, Queen of stars,
Blessed archer of truest aim
Healing waters are yours to give

From highest spring and rain of heaven
To lowest well and ocean fissure
Your waters sooth and ail all wounds

Queen of stars, Heaven’s daughter
Of cool fertile waters
You pour out all healing life.