Prayer for Victory
I bathe my face
In the nine rays of the sun,
As Boann bathed her son
In the rich fermented milk.
Honey be in my mouth,
affection be in my face;
The love that Boann gave her son
Be in the heart of all flesh for me.
All-seeing, all-hearing, all-inspiring may she be,
To satisfy and strengthen me;
Blind, deaf, and dumb forever be
My contemners and those who mock me.
The tongue of a druid in my head,
The eloquence of druids in my speech;
The composure of the Son of Youth