Hail to the Lady of the deepest oceans!
Rán, seafarer’s doom and salvation,
Gymír’s spae-wife, Water-thief of Valhall, Mother of the Gypsy waves,
Siren of the darkest indigo, watch well over me and those I sail with.

Treasure of the water’s contours keep Yggdrassil’s stags well fed
That they feel no need to run rampant.
Warn us, Cliffmaker, of the dangers that lie within the serpent-bed.
Cast not your net to snag us, rather keep us from the harm of storms both above and below.

And as we cross the whale-road guide our vessel into safe harbors.
Guardian of the blue abyss, Wave-lander’s friend, fill our hearts and minds with clarity and skill while we sail your vast domain.
Glorious Ocean Queen, maker of the great sand-home, ward well your followers.
And when our journey is done, Ship-mover, let your currents bring us speedily home to those we love that we may sing your praises