Crois nan naomh agus nan aingeal liom
Bho fhrois ma aodain gu faobhar mo bhonn.
* * *
A Mhicheil mhil, a Mhoire ghlorach,
A Bhride mhin nan dualan orach,
Dionaibh mi’s a cholunn bhronach,
Dionadh tri mi air sligh na corach.
O! tri mi air sligh na corach.
Dionaibh mi’s a choich-anama bhochd,
Dionaibh mi’s mi cho diblidh nochd,
Dionaibh mi air sligh gun lochd,
Dionadh tri air mo thi a nochd.
O! tri air mo thi a nochd.
– Carmina Gadelica, Achaine, 17.
The cross of the saints and of the angels with me
From the top of my face to the edge of my soles.
* * *
O Michael mild, O Mary of glory,
O gentle Bride of the locks of gold,
Preserve ye me in the weakly body,
The three preserve me on the just path.
O ! three preserve me on the just path.
Preserve ye me in the soul-shrine poor,
Preserve ye me, and I so weak and naked,
Preserve ye me without offence on the way,
The preservation of the three upon me to-night.
O! the three to shield me to-night.
– Carmina Gadelica, Achaine, 17.
