Gwydion, crafty and wise, master of the word,
master of the twists and turns of truth, I honor you.
Brother of the bear, child of the trees, Gwydion
who brought great Lleu into manhood by trickery
and wit, your guile and judgment know no equal.
Gwydion, strong of arm, stout-hearted in battle,
mighty of magic and terrible of power,
you know much of what is and what may be,
within the world and without it. Gwydion,
you know of transformation, of renewal
and return, of the line between loyalty
and necessity. To you I offer my praise.