Delightful it is to stand on the peak of a rock,
in the bosom of the isle, gazing on the face of the sea.

I hear the heaving waves echoing a tune
to God in heaven; I see the glittering surf.

I see the golden beaches, their sand sparkling;
I hear the joyous shrieks of the swooping gulls.

I hear the waves breaking, crashing on rocks,
like thunder in heaven. I see the mighty wales.

I watch the ebb and flow of the ocean tide;
it holds my secret, my mournful flight from Eire.

Contrition fills my heart as I hear the sea;
it murmurs my sins, sins to numerous to confess.

Let me bless almighty God. Whose power extends
over sea and land, whose angels watch over all.

Let my study sacred books to calm my soul;
I pray for peace, kneeling at heaven's gate.

Let me do my daily work, gathering seaweed,
catching fish, giving food to the poor.

Let me say my daily prayers, sometimes
humming, sometimes quiet, always thanking God.

Delightful it is to live on a peaceful isle,
in a quiet cell, serving the King of kings.

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