Prayer to Manannán mac Lir for Protection on the Water

Wheel wells not awash,
rims not even damp,
on a flowery plain a chariot comes to me here in my boat.
Amazement not even relevant, since gods perform miracles,
and you, to Manannán, are most certainly a god.
If the waves on which I sail can never be flowers under my keel,
may they at least be your horses carrying me safely,
with still manes.