This is the time of the feast of torches,
when every lamp blazes and shines,
to welcome the rebirth of the God.
I celebrate the Goddess.
I celebrate the God.
All the Earth celebrates,
beneath its mantle of sleep.
All the land is wrapped in Winter.
The air is chilled and frost envelopes the Earth.
But Lord of the Sun,
Horned One of the animals and wild places,
unseen you have been reborn of the gracious Mother
Goddess,
Lady of all fertility.
Hail great God!
Hail and welcome to thee!
