My Lord Manawyddan, thou whom the
Triads name one of the Three Tribe-Herdsmen,
Tend Thou us to the cot and the fold,
Sain us beneath Thine own glorious mantle,
Thou Shield of Dyved, guard us for ever.
Be thou a hard triumphant glave
To shield us securely from every wicked spell,
From unclean spirits and from unfriendly stars,
And from the lurid smoke of the cities.
My Lord Manawyddan, Thou Third Landless Prince,
Be Thou at the helm of the boat of my spirit.
