A wall of forest looms above
and sweetly the blackbird sings;
all the birds make melody
over me and my books and things.
There sings to me the cuckoo
from bush-citadels in grey hood.
God’s doom! May the Lord protect me
writing well, under the great wood.
|Abbey of Saint Gall Library|
Our commentator also notes that the translation is by James Carney, from his book Medieval Irish Lyrics, which I’ve added to my seemingly endless list of books to read someday.