I call to Asklepios, finest of physicians,
son of far-shooting Apollo, known as Paean,
student of immortal Cheiron, wisest of centaurs,
counselor of heroes. In Epidaurus
were you well honored; many were the supplicants
who prayed to you for healing, many were the cures
granted, the petitions answered, the heartfelt thanks
received by you, O kindly Asklepios.
Throughout the land were you known, did men and women
beg your blessing; your altars overflowed
with their grateful offerings, your temples sheltered
those who sought your favor in dreams. Asklepios,
friend of the people, friend of the suffering, soother
of pain, healer of ills, restorer of health,
good-hearted Asklepios, I call to you.