apenitentialprayer:from page 112 of a mid-ninth century manuscript of Priscian’s Institutes of

apenitentialprayer:

from page 112 of a mid-ninth century manuscript of Priscian’s Institutes of Grammar; at the top of this page is a poem written by an Irish monk. Source.

Original Irish

Is acher ingáith innocht
fufuasna faircggae findḟolt
ni ágor réimm mora minn
dondláechraid lainn oua lothlind

English Translation 

Bitter is the wind tonight;
It tosses the ocean’s white hair.
Tonight I fear not the fierce warriors of Norway
Coursing on the Irish sea.