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Song of Amergin

Song of Amergin
(Lyrical Guide)

Who (but I) is both the tree and the lightning strikes it
Who is the dark secret of the dolmen not yet hewn

I am a wind across the sea
I am a flood across the plain
I am the roar of the tides
I am a stag of seven (pair) tines
I am a dewdrop let fall by the sun
I am the fierceness of boars
I am a hawk, my nest on a cliff
I am a height of poetry (magical skills)
The song of Amergin

Who knows the path of the sun, the periods of the moon
Who gathers the divisions, enthralls the sea,
sets in order the mountains. the rivers, the peoples

I am the queen of every hive
I am the fire on every hill
I am the shield over every head
I am the spear of battle
I am the ninth wave of eternal return
I am the grave of every vain hope
I am the most beautiful among flowers
I am the salmon of wisdom


Amergin's Invocation of Ireland
I request the land of Ireland (to come forth)
coursed is the wild sea
wild the crying mountains

Calm druids on freezing shore
Within the empire of Taras Kings
I am the God who created in the head the fire.
Who is it who throws light into the meeting in the mountain?
Who announces the ages of the Moon?
Who teaches the place where couches the Sun?
If not I? I invoke the land of Ireland!

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