O Niht , Swarthy one, Day’s rival, Primordial Goddess

Your cloak is cast over heaven and Earth

Embracing all things equally

Whether baying wolf or men at rest

All know your caress

All know your protection

Hear this prayer, O Niht

O, Nourisher

O, Obscurer

Goddess-of-Crossroads

Sleep’s joy

Grant that I might find shelter and safety in your bosom

That I might find respite from the day’s toils

And be provided with dream and fore-token

O Goddess, accept this offering

Humble though it may be

May it reach you

May it please you

May you continue to smile upon us