Hear, Poseidon, ruler of the sea profound,
whose liquid grasp begirds the solid ground;
who, at the bottom of the stormy main,
dark and deep-bosomed holdest they watery reign.
Thy awful hand the brazen trident bears,
and sea’s utmost bound thy will reveres.
Thee I invoke, whose steeds the foam divide,
from whose dark locks the briny waters glide;
whose voice, loud sounding through the roaring deep,
drives all its billows in a raging heap;
when fiercely riding through the boiling sea,
thy hoarse command the trembling waves obey.
Earth-shaking, dark-haired God, the liquid plains,
the third division, fate to thee ordains.
‘Tis thine, cerulean daimon, to survey,
well-pleased, the monsters of the ocean play.
Confirm earth’s basis, and with prosperous gales
waft ships along, and swell the spacious sails;
add gentle peace, and fair-haired health beside,
and pour abundance in a blameless tide.

- Neil Pieter -
Ποσειδῶν - Neptune