Fra biskop Eriks nettside, Coram Fratribus:

A friend has sent me this translation by John Campbell of a Gaelic poem by Dòmhnall Iain MacDhòmhnaill. It is beautiful.

May your hand O Christ, be always with us.
Our seed to grow, our garden of roses;
Our Autumn of harvest, our barley store —
Let us be in your granary at life’s end.

You are our fragrant breeze, our May-morn dew,
Our safe harbour in times of danger,
Our fishing ground, our food, our plenty —
Let us be in your nets at time of death.

In childhood may your name live for us,
In my old age may your love be with us,
Guide us through our darkest clouds,
Through storms, to our star of hope.

Death is not our end but a new beginning —
Fill us with your grace and stay close forever;
so that when the end of our time comes,
May’s young month will replace dark winter.