Poseidon, dark-haired god of all waters,
by whose will alone do sailors fare in safety.
Lord of the black sea depths, swirling dark and deep,
swift in thought, sure in deed, fervent in feeling,
the ocean's caprice is yours, O Poseidon;
overwhelming one, I praise and honor you.
Mighty Poseidon, unfathomable one,
I pray to you. You at whose touch sweet water springs forth,
at whose whim the earth breaks open beneath our feet,
whose pure power we feel in our bones and our blood,
show me life's essence, life's rage; pull me like the tide;
grant me safe harbor at last, shield me from storms.
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