The Rosc Of Amergin Poem by Amergin Glangel

I’m a gust on the sea,
I'm a footfall of a wave,
I’m a roar of the sea,
I’m a stag of seven tines,
I’m a hawk on a cliff,
I’m a tear of sunlight,
I’m a cry of love,
I’m a boar in rage,
I’m a salmon in a pool,
I’m a lake in a plain,
I’m a mountain of a man,
I'm a mountain of skill,
I’m a spear in sharpness, faring in fight,
I’m the god who kindles fire in your head
Who make smooth the mountain’s stones?
Who can count the ages of the moon?
Who finds the place where the sun goes down?
Who drives out the kine from Tethrach’s house?
Who makes the kine of Tethrach smile?
Who is the horned one, the god who forges?
Who incants weapons and calls up winds?