I call to Gofannon, strong-armed son of Don,
master of the forge; yours is the art of hammer
and tongs, yours the deadly blade and the sturdy plow.
Gofannon of the brothers three, great ones whose work
in the realms brought such blessings to mankind,
all the craft of iron is yours to bestow;
the gift of hardened hands, the sooty face
of the artisan, each blacksmith wears your favor
on his skin. Gofannon who takes the rock within
the earth, who makes from it things of use and beauty,
who shares with us this changing of the world,
I praise your name, I praise your goodness and your grace.