O Arawn of the Hunt,
Lord of Annwn,
Who wert sorely oppressed,
Under ban of the ardent,
Shield Thou me this night
From Hafgan.
My spirit in Thine own realm, O Lord,
Thou King of the Country of Youth,
And Thine in my own realm,
To guard my body as it lies sleeping in Abred.
Thou it was who exchanged thy shape, O King,
With Pwyll, Lord of Dyfed.
Protect Thou me because of my fealty,
For the sake of Pwyll, my Lord,
and Rhiannon, my Lady,
and I their child.
And take me in safety tonight
Near to the Land of Promise,
And bring me in safety again
Back to the world of Abred.
