In shimmering moonlight caressing each wave,
In graceful red tendrils of anemone,
When gulls spread wide wings and mount to the sky,
Merciful goddess, Thy beauty we see.

In murmuring seashells, and rippling waves' song,
When, within silence, the sea nymphs draw near,
And blend lovely voices with grieving sea wind,
Merciful goddess, Thy wisdom we hear.

When doomed folk are saved by a force never seen
And kneel on the sand of the ocean's wide bank
And whisper their prayers beside the deep sea,
Merciful goddess, Thy caring we thank.

When sea winds form almost the patterns of words,
When faces grow wondering, and quick footsteps slow,
And dolphins leap high in their patterns of joy,
Merciful goddess, Thy presence we know.

Adrift on the ocean, or far from its shores,
The language of mercy's Thy kingdom's domain.
Whenever fear's quelled or rage backs down from blows
Merciful goddess, we bow to Thy reign.