Oh Yemanja, Sister of the clear...
Sister of the once clear waters,
Mover of the undertows,
Your waters are muddied.
Your once clear path, 
undertows that suck my household down
to the seabed

I shall not abandon faith...
I await a sign.
Protectress of the innocent,
Let my son be an eel without scales,
that yet survives both heat and cold,
flood and drought.
Let him breast these rapids.
Let him reach the calm sanctuary
of your clear spring waters.

Oh Yemanja, 
keep faith with your faithful survivor.
Don't abandon my frail crafts in midstream,
no, not among the fulsome hyacinths.
Oh Yemanja, Protectress, seer of all, Sister..."