I praise Asklepios, son of bright Apollo
and fair Coronis, student of learned Cheiron,
greatest of healers and first among physicians.
In dreams you come, bringing healing to those in need.
Many great temples had you, Asklepios,
in Epidaurus and in all the provinces,
where the sick would come each day to pray for your help;
where the suffering slept, awaiting your wisdom;
where the healed left fine offerings in gratitude.
No illness is beyond your power, able one;
at your touch bones mend, pain is soothed, and fevers cool.
Kindly Asklepios, I praise and honor you.