ALAS for the voyage, O High King of Heaven, br Enjoined upon me, br For that I on the red plain of bloody Cooldrevin br Was present to see. br br How happy the son is of Dima; no sorrow br For him is designed, br He is having, this hour, round his own hill in Durrow, br The wish of his mind. br br The sounds of the winds in the elms, like strings of br A harp being played, br The note of a blackbird that claps with the wings of br Delight in the shade. br br With him in Ros-Grencha the cattle are lowing br At earliest dawn, br On the brink of the summer the pigeons are cooing br And doves in the lawn. br br Three things am I leaving behind me, the very br Most dear that I know, br Tir-Leedach I’m leaving, and Durrow and Derry; br Alas, I must go! br br Yet my visit and feasting with Comgall have eased me br At Cainneach’s right hand, br And all but thy government, Eiré, have pleased me, br Thou waterful land.