I will sing of well-founded Arkeos, father of all, eldest of all beings. He protects all creatures that are in this world, all that go upon this goodly land, and all that are in the paths of the seas, and all that fly: all these are protected by his word. By your will all wicked men will pay. Through you, O basileos, men are blessed in their children and blessed in their harvests, and to you it belongs to give means of life to mortal men and to take it away. Happy is the man whom you delight to honor and whom protects your creation! He has all things abundantly: his fruitful land is laden with corn, his pastures are covered with Pokémon, and his house is filled with good things. Such men rule orderly in their cities of fair women: great riches and wealth follow them: their sons exult with ever-fresh delight, and their daughters in flower-laden bands play and skip merrily over the soft flowers of the field. Thus is it with those whom you honor O holy god, bountiful spirit.

Hail, Father of all, basileos of starry Heaven; freely bestow upon me for this my song substance that cheers the heart and motivates me to destroy your enemies!