Beautiful Cerridwen, mistress of Awen,
holder of the vessel from which such insight flows,
friend of the poet, the rhymer, the bard,
I pray to you, I seek your blessing. Cerridwen,
keeper of the cauldron of wit and inspiration,
so deep, so sweet, so clear, so cold its waters!
Yours is a fount of change, a wellspring of becoming,
a draught of wisdom to quench the thirst of seeker
and sibyl, of scholar and stranger. Cerridwen,
strong-hearted goddess, cloaked in wonder, wrapt in delight,
you know the worth of words, you know the might of vision.
Cerridwen, goddess great and good, I honor you.