Mighty rock, Poseidon Petraios, hear my prayer!
The pounding of the surf is the pulse of your blood
and the impassable shore a testament to your flood
of vitality, of life born of challenge.
The Thessalians praised your gifts, implacable Petraios,
and recall that you parted the rocks of their rugged land
to bid sweet Peneius to issue forth
and bring pure water to thirsting mouths.
So too did the rocks themselves bring forth
Skuphios, first among horses
at the slightest touch
of your sacred seed.
The most forbidding of shores
are nursery to your hardiest progeny,
for you are but the mantle
enfolding beloved and venerable Ge.
The rocks and stone themselves
teem with your breath of life,
o stalwart Petraios, protector
and preserver of your grandmother Earth.
By offerings burnt or to the earth returned
do I praise and honor you, Petraios.
Your name is first to my lips
for by your leave alone do I walk this blessed earth.