Praise Mani

Hail, savior of Bil and Hjúki
Who helps us to confront our darkness, Many-Faced!
Who helps us to pass through our darkness, Ever-Changing!
Who helps us to beat the Hati that bites at our heels!
Hail Mani Mundilfari!

Praise to the Blood-Moon Mani Mundilfari!

You see us in our suffering, our joy, and our grief

In the quiet times, the loud times

The midst of Nött’s dance

You see us in our raging, our fury, our love

In the boisterous times, the soothing times

The steps we dance behind Her

You come o’er our heads tonight

Tinged with blood and Full

Your Charge glides graceful, dancing with Darkness

We mark Your dance, Your passage

Pour out offerings, words and drink

For You, Bright, Bloody, Glorious Mani!

Tonight, as You look upon us, millions look back to You

Some with tears, others wonder

Silence and prayer alike are spoken to Your Presence

Thank You for Your toil, O Bright One

For Your tireless Charge, the Tide and Turning,

Hail the Bright Moon, the Bloody Moon, O Mani Mundilfari!