Be thy soft breast, O Branwen, under my head,
Be thy light, O Arianrhod, over me shining.
And be the pentagram of the five elements over me down,
From the crown of my head to the soles of my feet,
From the crown of my head to the soles of my feet.
O Llew without offence, betrayed cruelly,
Under bans of geis Thou wert slain,
With one foot on the rim of day,
And the other on the beast of night,
Only then does the spear of twilight free Thee.
O Thou King of the Summer Sunlight,
Who now can say in what season
The Lion, betrayed by the Virgin, on the point of Balance,
Is transformed into the Eagle?
I journey with Thee into the Land of Darkness.
Be the runes of Gwydion and Math over me tonight,
Be my spirit soaring on the wings of an eagle,
Be my spirit shielded within your pinions, Brightness of the mountain.
Valiant Llew, carry my spirit safely
To the light of a new dawn.
So mote it be!
