I am the wind which breathes upon the sea,
I am the wave upon the ocean,
I am the murmur of the billows,
I am an ox of seven fights,
I am an eagle upon a rock,
I am a ra of the sun,
I am the fairest of all plants,
I am a wild boar in valour,
I am a salmon in the water,
I am a lake upon a plain,
I am a word of cunning art,
I am the point of a spear in battle,
I am the God who fasions fire in the head,
Who brings light to the gathering on the hilltop?
Who announces the ages of the moon?
Who knows the place whre the sun has its rest?
Who finds springs of clear water?
Who calls the fish from the oceans deep?
Who causes them to come to shore?
Who changes the shape of headland and hill?
A bard whom seafarers call upon to prophesy.
Spears shall be wielded,
I prophesy victory,
And all other good things,
And so ends my song.
