From the beginning, ἀπαρχή, you were like the first,
Ripe the fruit to falling, budding memories we burst,
A portion of you yielded harvest in an ancient world
The rest of you, gathered, beauty in a spirit unfurled,
Never full, not complete, the more of you is coming-,
Tender, honest, asking, give me, O divinity in a ring,
While the rough is ready, a sacrifice grew and grew- 
This day, an offering, little breath, a clear, quiet you-
Your life, most precious fold, grows a glowing taste-
Alpha me home to you, pure, holy Christmas chaste