Jan 20, 2014
Dúthracar, a Maic Dé bí, a Rí suthain sen, bothán deirrit díthraba commad sí mo threb, "I wish, O son of the living God, eternal ancient King, for a hidden little hut in the wilderness that it might be my dwelling,"
First stanza of an anonymous poem ascribed to St Manchán, edited and translated by Gerard Murphy.
Even though it most likely wasn’t written by him it’s nice, and since January 20th is Manchán’s feast day I thought I’d post it.