Scél lem dúib

Here’s a song –
stags give tongue
winter snows
summer goes.

High cold blow
sun is low
brief his day
seas give spray.

Fern clumps redden
shapes are hidden
wildgeese raise
wonted cries.

Cold now girds
wings of birds
icy time –
that’s my rime.

[Anon. 800-talet. Iriskt orig. Övers. Flann O’Brien]