Hail, holy Queen, Mother of Spiders, Our web, our darktness and our hope.
To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Arachne, To thee do we send up our sighs, Mourning and weeping in this valley of tears.
Turn then, most gracious Weaver, thine eyes of mercy toward us, And after this our exile, show unto us the blessed workings of thy silk; thy Holy Sylie.
O clement, O loving, O sweet Spider Mother! Pray for us, O Holy Mother of Web, That we may be made worthy of the promises of Ananasa.
Amen.