Apollon, silver bowed god,
Rest here with me as I pray to you!
Come and be with me, Lordly son of Leto,
For I bear a plea for you to take into mind.

You heal nations with your arrows,
Pour antidotes down upon the sick and dying,
Bring ease to the mentally ill,
Give doctors the solution to their problems.
Every move you make stirs up more healing,
For you are a god of humanity.

I pray to you, Apollon,
And ask that you heal me.
Shed your golden light upon my aching form,
And apply salves to my heart and body.
Renew me, o god,
With your power.
This I ask, Apollon!

Khaire great hunter and healer!
Rise like the sun and shine!