wish, O son of the Living God, ancient eternal King
a secret hut in the wilderness
it may be my dwelling.
very blue shallow well to be beside it,
clear pool for washing sins through the grace of
the Holy Spirit.
beautiful wood close by around it on every side,
the nurture of many-voiced birds, to shelter and
south for warmth,
little stream across its enclosure,
choice ground with abundant bounties which would
be good for every plant.
fresh leeks, hens, speckled salmon, bees.
fill of clothing and of food from the King of good
for me to be sitting for a while praying to God
in every place.
- From ninth century Irish