In the nine rays of the sun,
As Mary bathed her Son
In the rich fermented milk.
Honey be in my mouth,
Affection be in my face;
The love that Mary gave her Son
Be in the heart of all flesh for me.
All-seeing, all-hearing, all-inspiring may God be,
To satisfy and to strengthen me;
Blind, deaf, and dumb, ever, ever be
My contemners and my mockers,
The tongue of Columba in my head,
The eloquence of Columba in my speech;
The composure of the Victorious Son of grace
Be mine in presence of the multitude.