A Celtic Rune of Hospitality

I saw a stranger yestereen;

I put food in the eating place,

           Drink in the drinking place,

           Music in the listening place;

And in the sacred names of the Triune

He blessed me and my house

My cattle and my dear ones.

And the lark said in her song:

Often, often, often,

Goes the Christ in the stranger’s guise.

Often, often, often,

Goes the Christ in the stranger’s guise.

Translated from the Gaelic.