I honor you, Manawyddan, son of the sea,
praiseworthy one, enduring one whose words
are of great weight, whose worth and repute are unquestioned.
O landless chief, lord of the last faery isle,
husband of peerless Rhiannon, you are wise,
Manawyddan, beyond mortal ken, skilled in arts
rustic and refined; O counsellor of kings,
quick of wit, clever of craft, shrewd and subtle of speech,
your tales are of cunning and foresight, of sorrow
and of care, for none are spared the ebb and flow
of fortune. Manawyddan, who knows the good and ill
of insight, I call to you with words of praise.