Irish Monk's poem--beehive hermits etc

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Namaste,

 

The Irish hermits were an interesting lot. The recounting of a

milestone as a craft in 'Peleg is' taken from the history of at

least one of them.

 

They were also mad about animals, birds, and nature in general. They

were also mad about poetry. Here is a translation from the Irish by

the great Celtic scholar Kuno Meyer:

 

Hermit's Song

 

I wish, O son of the living god, O ancient, eternal King,

For a hidden little hut in the wilderness that it may be my

dwelling.

 

An all-grey lithe little lark to be by its side,

A clear pool to wash away sins through the grace of the Holy Spirit.

 

Quite near, a beautiful wood around it on every side,

To nurse many-voiced birds, hiding it with its shelter.

 

A southern aspect for warmth; a little brook across its floor,

A choice land with many gracious gifts such as be good for every

plant.

 

A few men of sense - we will tell their number-

Humble and obedient, to pray to the King:-

 

Four times three, three times four, fit for every need,

Twice this in the church, both North and South:-

 

Six pairs besides myself,

Praying forever to the King who makes the sun shine.

 

A pleasant church and with the linen altar cloth a dwelling for God

from Heaven;

Then, shining candles above the pure white scriptures.

 

One house for all to go to for the care of the body,

Without ribaldry, without boasting, without thought of evil.

 

This is the husbandry I would take, I would choose, and will not

hide it:

Fragrant leek, hens, salmon, trout, bees:

 

Raiment and food for me from the King of fair fame,

And I to be sitting for a while praying God in every place.

 

 

 

>ONS..Tony