Patrick's Day
A poem from the Irish -
I do not know of anything under the sky
That is friendly or favourable to the Gael,
But only the sea that our need brings us to,
Or the wind that blows to the harbour
The ship the ship that is bearing us away from Ireland;
And there is reason that these are reconciled with us,
For we increase the sea with our tears,
And the wondering wind with our sighs.
(tr. Lady Gregory)

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Sagairt óir is cailís chrainn
bhí le linn Phádraig in Éirinn;
sagairt chrainn is cailís óir
i ndeireadh an domhan dearóil

Golden priests and wooden chalices
in Ireland in Patrick's time.
Golden chalices, wooden priests
as the wretched world stands now.
(tr. Thomas Kinsella)