24. Bathing Prayer. Ora Boisilidh.

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ORA BOISILIDH [24]

BATHING PRAYER

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BOISILEAG air th’ aois,
     Boisileag air th’ fhas,
Boisileag air th’ ugan,
     Tuilim air a chail.

Air do chuid an chugan dhut,
     Gruidhim agus cal;
Air do chuid an ghabhail dhut,
     Meal is bainne blath.

Air do chuid an chomaidh dhut,
     Omhan agus ais;
Air do chuid an chobhartaich
     Le bogha agus gais.

Air do chuid an uidheam dhut,
     Uibhean buidhe Chasg;
Air do chuid an chuileagan,
     M’ ulaidh agus m’ agh.

Air do chuid an chuilm dhut,
     Uilim agus can;
Air do chuid an chuilidh dhut
     Cuisilin mo ghraidh.

A PALMFUL for thine age,
     A palmful for thy growth,
A palmful for thy throat,
     A flood for thine appetite.

For thy share of the dainty,
     Crowdie and kail;
For thy share of the taking,
     Honey and warm milk.

For thy share of the supping,
     Whisked whey and milk-product;
For thy share of the spoil,
     With bow and with spear.

For thy share of the preparation,
     The yellow eggs of Easter;
For thy share of the treat,
     My treasure and my joy,

For thy share of the feast
     With gifts and with tribute;
For thy share of the treasure,
     Pulset of my love.

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Air do chuid an fhaghaid dhut,
     Ri aghaidh Beinn-a-cheo;
Air do chuid an fhiadhach dhut,
     Is riaghladh air sloigh.

Air do chuid an luchairt,
     An curtaibh nan righ;
Air do chuid a fhlathas dhut,
     Le mhathas is le shith.

A chuid nach fas ’s a chumhanaich,
     Gum fas ’s an dubha-thrath;
A chuid nach fas ’s an oidhche dhiot,
     Air dhruim a mheadhon la.

       Tri baslach
       Nan Tri run,
       Dha do chumhn
       Bho gach tnu,
       Suil agus bas;
       Baslach Ti nan dul
       Baslach Chriosda chumh,
       Baslach Spiorad numh,
           Tri-un
           Nan gras.

For thy share of the chase
     Up the face of the Beinn-a-cheo;
For thy share of the hunting
     And the ruling over hosts.

For thy share of palaces,
     In the courts of kings;
For thy share of Paradise
     With its goodness and its peace.

The part of thee that does not grow at dawn,
     May it grow at eventide;
The part of thee that does not grow at night,
     May it grow at ridge of middle-day.

       The three palmfuls
       Of the Secret Three,
       To preserve thee
       From every envy,
       Evil eye and death;
       The palmful of the God of Life,
       The palmful of the Christ of Love,
       The palmful of the Spirit of Peace,
           Triune
           Of Grace.