Hear, Neptune, ruler of the sea profound,
Whose liquid grasp begirds the solid ground;
Who, at the bottom of the stormy main,
Dark and deep-bosomed holds thy watery reign.
Thy awful hand the brazen trident bears,
And Ocean’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.
It’s thine, cerulean daemon, 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.