I am the wind which breathes upon the sea,
I am the wave of the ocean,
I am the murmur of the billows
I am the ox of the seven combats,
I am the vulture upon the rocks,
I am a beam of the sun,
I am the fairest of the plants,
I am the wild boar in valor,
I am the salmon in the water,
I am the lake in the plain,
I am a word of science,
I am the point of the lance of battle.
I am the God who created in the head of fire,
What is it who throws the light into the
meeting on the mountains?
Who announces the ages of the moon?
Who teaches the place where couches the sun?
If not I

"This anonymous Irish poem from the bardic tradition that sounds like Walt Whitman and little like an old Vedic hymn, it’s been given title, “The Mystery” . The translation is by Yeats's friend Douglas Hyde" ~ Robert Hass