I gird myself this day
With heaven's might,
With sun's light,
With moon's shine,
With fire's glow,
With lightning flash,
With wind swift,
With sea deep,
With land stable,
With rock solid.
(Reflections on The Deer's Song: Lorica Of St. Patrick)
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I would like to translate this poem
A beautifully written poem.......10++++