Standing high atop a ridge on the southwest side of Iona is Carn Cùl ri Èirinn, the cairn with its back to Ireland. The wonders of nature; seabirds, waves, sparkling sands and whales; that someone experienced here long ago inspired the following.
Delightful it would be on the breast of an island
on a rocky clifftop,
that I might often see
the face of the ocean.
I'd see her heaving waves
on glittering surface,
as they sang thus to their Father
in eternal surging.
I'd see her smooth sparkling sands
it would be no cause for sorrow;
I'd hear the call of wondrous seabirds,
a cry of gladness.
I'd hear the thunder of the breakers
upon the rocks,
I'd hear a clamour beside the graveyard,
the sound of the ocean.
I'd see her whales, the greatest
of all wonders.
I'd see her ebbing and flooding
in their order;
may my mystical name be
'Cùl ri Èirinn'.
From 'Meallach Liom Bheith i n-Ucht Oilein, 'Delightful to be on the Breast of an Island'.
12th century (but attributed to St Columba) - see page 14 in Songbook of the Pillagers.
Carn Cùl ri Èirinn - The Cairn with its Back to Ireland |
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