Chomh geal sin
Nach gcorraíonn suáilce ná duáilce ionam
Sea, Taoi nocht os mo chomhair
Ach nach bhfuil an féar nocht?
Tá an ghealach nocht
Nocht atá an drúcht
Is ní siocair pheaca dom iad.
Tusa nár pheacaigh riamh! A ghile!
Conas a pheacóinnse?
So bright
Neither virtue nor vice stirs in me
Yes, You stand naked before me
But is the grass not naked?
The moon is naked
Naked the dew
They are not occasions of sin.
You who never sinned! Bright being!
How could I?