Hunters, blow your horns
let your virtue manifest seven!
Hear the sound of His hooves,
as He gallops through heaven.

Hear the call of His bellow,
beckoning throughout the plains!
Fall prey to the Hunt,
the realm which He reigns.

Bearer of the Moonhart Bow,
let Your arrows shoot through the sky!
Grace the stars with Your skills,
even after Your quiver runs dry.

So when you see Him
galloping towards the moon,
Let your horns sing out in tribute,
to the Horned One, Charune.