Poseidon

Deep-dwelling Poseidon, shield of sailors,

stiller of storms, shaker of the earth beneath us,

I praise you. Well known you were in days of old,

honored above all others in far-famed Corinth;

your temples stood throughout the ancient lands,

each floor well polished by the feet of the devoted.

In times still longer past, still further lost in time,

were you among the first of gods whose names

were known to men, the first whose might was honored,

the first who answered desperate pleas with dear blessings.

Poseidon, whose voice we hear in the crash of waves,

whose hand guides the fate of all who venture out

upon the sea, to whom we owe thanks for transport

and trade, for salt fish and sweet water, I praise you.