In the field covered in mist and cold,
Shines the glittering in the dew,
When the sky’s colored from black to blue,
Ostara.

In the east where the night began,
Awakens the light of the morning sun,
Her morning blesses our spring,
Ostara.

Early morning when the day begins,
And the sun blinds the field of stars,
When spring conquers winter,
Ostara.

At the break of day beheld by us,
Sunlight carves a path of gold,
Through the chilly mists in the woods,
Ostara.

Night and day achieve balance,
Long awaited the return of the light,
When the sun re-emerges and the cold disappears,
And the light of life shines on the land.

Feel the warmth in the morning,
Lush greenery shoots from cold soil.
When the Saxon people greet the sun,
On the hills bathing in her glow.