Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/Cormac Mac Culennain Sang This

CORMAC MAC CULENNAIN SANG THIS

Shall I launch my dusky little coracle
On the broad-bosomed glorious ocean?
Shall I go, O King of bright Heaven,
Of my own will upon the brine?

Whether it be roomy or narrow,
Whether it be served by crowds of hosts—
O God, wilt Thou stand by me
When it comes upon the angry sea?