Turret-crowned Queen, I sing
Immortal Agathe Tykhe,
Elder sister of the Moiroi
Goddesses Three, Who’s weave the threads of mortal lives
Friend of all mankind
Who bears the cornucopia,
And meters out good and bad.
Rich and poor alike must deal with your decrees,
O Primal One without parent, I pray.
Allow me to accept
The twists and turns that Fate deals
To see the opportunity in the tragedy
And to understand what I am meant to do
Help me to make the right choices,
Where my Fate depends on it,
And to accept my lack of control,
Where it does not.
Let me always act with honour
Whatever you set before me.
Send me only hardships I can endure,
And that will make a better person.
This I pray, O Glorious Tykhe.