I am sure some have likened you to that princess whose personality astounded the world
But to me, you are that deity who rules the moon and the innermost yearnings of men
Would that I bid you be my charioteer!

But from where did you hail? Who gendered you? Will I pay homage to thine ancestors? Can I offer them a sacrifice as a mortal?
From where do they reign? Art they mightier than thee?
Let them be ten times stronger, I shall still prefer thee!

They say you lord it over the hunters and guide their steps on untrodden paths.
Now I want to be a hunter and walk with you through every wild.
Cypress trees are sacred to you; you must know that my hearth possesses countless buds.

In Greece, they refer to you as Artemis. Why do they make you seem fairer? I have searched for a name of my own invention but failed miserably at the task; for which mortal dares name deities without bringing doom on himself?
Apollo, they say, was your most favourite brother. I wish I was naught but he. For what joy would it have brought me to share your abode!

I wonder why the wind doesn't pause when you smile! Mustn't the sun recoil in shame?
Mustn't nature and all things therein cease to move at the mention of your name?
Why did those mortals name you, Loy? I shall school them on how to spell 'joy' for the mere thought of you already produces joy in abundance.

Can my tears be your tribute? They will flow at your command.
Sweet words have already made their escape; stop them not!
Will I break my bones in your honour, or will I simply write vain verse?
What will become of me who dares befriend a deity, who seeks a natural bond with the unnatural?
Do you discuss me in thy court?  And will confidence save me, or will your dangerous lights strike me down?
Answer me thou, O Diana!