I call to Mabon, well-named son of Modron,
bright and glorious son of a blessed mother,
beautiful one, beloved child taken in the night.
O noble captive, Mabon of shackle and chain,
set free by the words of beasts wild and true
who knew well of your lodging and your lot;
Mabon of the strong arm and the sharp spear,
master of the horse and hound, best of huntsmen,
best of bowmen, swift of sword and fleet of foot,
your name known by many, your tales told by few,
shining and exalted god of tribes long scattered,
far-traveled. Mabon ap Modron, I honor you.