We hail you, Keeper of the Records of the Past!
Lady of Sokkvabek, the Hall of Books
Where the stream of Knowledge passes
Under the dangling feet of those who sit
Sharing words and ale on your porch.
Daughter of Valkyrie and Dwarven Emperor,
You chose instead of war
To live a life of peace, surrounded by the words,
The histories, the lays, the information
That you love, and love to pass on.
Lady who loves all libraries,
Teach us to honor all spaces where knowledge
Is hoarded like treasure, and like treasure
Given out to the hungry and the needy,
As your sacred temples, your rivers of gold.
Tell us the stories if those who have gone before us,
And give us the gems new-discovered
From the world around us
And from the worlds within others.
Hail, Lady who shares her ale with all
Who love to share knowledge as much as yourself,
May your hands guide our searches
As we sift through the dust of the past
For gems to inspire our yearning hearts.