Prayer to Vulcan

The strong arms that drive the hammer against the metal on the anvil,
causing the crash that deafens my ears among the liquid flames of the volcano where your smithy is hidden,
end in clever fingers, which create fine work to cause as much marvel for their artistry as your rougher work for its utility.
Guide my work, both rough and fine, Vulcan, and the praise I receive from others will be praise of you.